Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG
Summary: Buck and Chris tried to avoid the bar fight . . . Really, they did.
Challenge: Anneack's Ficcers' Unite Magnificent Seven Challenge for the week of 7-28-10 to write a TM7 drabble that includes the statement "Well, that was a surprise."
Warnings: Drabble, OW
Word Count: 300
Date Written: 28 July, 2010
Timeline: Set before the start of the series
Disclaimer: Chris Larabee, Vin Tanner, JD Dunne, Buck Wilmington, Josiah Sanchez, Ezra Standish, Nathan Jackson, and The Magnificent Seven are & TM CBS, The Mirisch Group, MGM, and Trilogy Entertainment, not the author. Everything else is & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Buck's mustache shot straight out as he and Chris sat bolt upright on their stools. Buck gazed down the bar at where another customer had just been shot dead. "Well, that was a surprise!"
Fighting broke out behind them. He heard the yells but couldn't tell what exactly was being said, nor did he care to discover the truth of the matter. As the fight exploded into a full fledge brawl, Buck looked at Chris. "You gettin' involved in that, pard?"
"Nope," Chris drawled, slamming his left fist into the face of a cowboy who'd attempted to charge him from behind while never relinquishing his right hand's hold on his tankard.
Buck's eyes darted between Chris, to the fighting going on behind them, back to Chris, and finally again to the fight. He shrugged. They were only local boys, and he could probably take them pretty easily. Still he was tired, and a good ol', knock down, drag 'em out fight wasn't half as much fun if his best friend wasn't involved. He laughed as one of the women crashed as a vase against one of the cowpoke's heads, knocking him to the ground, but as a fist plowed into her face, he jumped to his feet. "THAT AIN'T NO WAY TO TREAT A LADY!" he hollered, his mustache bristling. He charged into the fray.
Chris sighed and shook his head. Buck could have this one. He downed the rest of his beer and flagged the bartender down only to have one of the cowboys thrown behind the bar. "Damn," Chris muttered as glass and alcohol flew.
"Sir, I'm afraid that was the last of our supply until today's delivery arrives."
"DAMN!" Chris yelled. He promptly turned around and joined the fight, going first for the one who'd destroyed his supply.
The End
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