'Here she goes again' :P So this idea was sparked tonight and I just had to write it really...This is just the start and it contains one cuss word oops but that's about it, club violence too but not much. No idea how many chapters there will be but I have pretty much all of it mapped out in my mind box.

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Never have never will. I just love.

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Crack

It was a misunderstanding, that was all and he wasn't even drunk.

For once.

Instead it was the other guy that was drunk, the one that walked into him and the one who spilt his own beer down himself and the one who suddenly fired off at him for just being there, stone sober. Vince was a rare one for getting involved in punch ups in a bar but he'd witnessed his fair share during his life and had never had the interest in getting involved. He usually sat out of the way sipping his drink and watching the blood and fists fly and listening to the crowds either screaming or jeering the fighters on until security hurried over to put an end to everything.

But there's always got to be a first time, hasn't there? And this was his first time, all he did was innocently stand at the bar with Leroy on his second drink having a casual chat about the week that had just passed. Minding his own business and trying to block out the beats and thumps from the music and the cheers from the crowd who seemed to knock back shot after shot and dance move after move until the sweat got pouring.

A man, the man, an average clubber who was blind drunk on his seventh or eighth bottle had turned away from the bar not looking where he was staggering and crashed straight into Vince, the beverage from the beer spilling down the man's shirt and splashes catching on Vince's shirt. He could have raged back and spat at him with 'Watch where you're goin mate' or 'What the hell do you think you're doing?' but he didn't, he wasn't drunk enough himself to be so rude and he wasn't in a bad mood and he wasn't spiteful or nasty. Instead he was kind, "Are you alright?" he had asked the man whose eyes were swimming in alcohol and whose expression was far from apologetic.

"What the fuck!" The man raged, "Wha-uhh...No-What is you...Doing?" His words flooded and tangled together as they left his tongue in a mess spitting flecks of saliva and beer in the direction of Vince as he did so, "Get away from me!"

The glass bottle smashed on the floor spilling any remaining beer wherever it could, mainly on their shoes, a hand grasped at Vince's hair with another on his chest then with a loud smash and a shuddering crack flooding through his head he was out cold and slumped over the bar, the bar staff completely silent, the drinkers gob smacked and the bouncers hurrying towards the chaos while the music still pumped through the club, the DJ completely oblivious in his own world of vinyl records and beats.

The blue lights flashed down the street toward the night club while he still lay sprawled against the bar and the sticky floor, a trickle of blood dribbling it's way down from a cut in his forehead where a glass had smashed when his head connected with wood. The drunk man was pulled away, suddenly so much more sober than he had been when he had attacked the man who had cared.

"Vince? Vince, mate can you hear me?" Leroy called but his voice was too distant, everyone was too far away and everything was so hazy, his head thumped with pain and he couldn't open his eyes, it was like he was asleep but he knew inside he wasn't.

"What's his name?"

"Vince, it's Vince Noir."

"Vince, can you hear me?" Another voice called, one he didn't know at all but it sounded kind and helpful. Almost strong. But it echoed around his skull, he wanted to call out 'yes, yeah I can hear you' but he couldn't, he felt exhausted and a little shakey, he felt a sudden light in his eyes as they were forced open but it passed and it was dark again. Then there was something soft wrapped across his body but it was tightened restricting his movement then his head was locked into place and soon he was being rattled around and pushed into something that screeched off away from the beats of the club and the smell of alcohol.