A/N: Sorry to split the previous chapter, I didn't like how long it was and how it flowed.
"I am so glad you guys made me come out here, I feel a lot better," Rocky smiled with a beer in his hand, "Times like this make me want to get out more." He sniffed a bit, his nose had started getting congested as it always did when he had drank an excessive amount of beer.
Glancing around the bar, Colt and Tum Tum were making fun of the typical college drunks making fools of themselves hitting on girls that were way out of their league. In another corner, many of the others wasted their money on ridiculously impossible-to-win bar games like pull tabs and keno. Neon lights garnished the molding of the knotty pine style bar, and pizzas were flowing from the bar's kitchen like water in a river. They had made their way to Ooty's Pool and Pizza: a local favorite for the college students to just hang out and drink.
"That's because if I didn't get you out, you'd never leave that hobbit hole you call an apartment!" He said.
"Hey, I helped too!" Tum Tum said with cheese just dripping out of his mouth. Even though Colt himself did not drink, and he was underage, Tum always loved to go out for bar food. Tonight his food of choice was a large plate of mozzarella cheese sticks, an Ooty's specialty.
"Sure, if you call tapping out in the parking lot helping, then go ahead and think that, little dude," Colt replied, remembering when they got in the little wrestling match just before they walked into the bar earlier, arguing over who was last to make it there after Rocky. He turned his head back to his older brother, "Are you sure that you're going to be okay man? I'm pretty sure you have an exam on Chinese culture tomorrow morning, and—dude! What are you doing!"
"That class can just bite me!" Rocky spat out, falling over in his chair. Colt had to reach over and straighten him out, lest he start crawling on the ground to fetch his next beer from the bar.
"Yeah, I think you've had enough."
"I'll say when I've had enough!"
With that, Rocky reached out and snatched a handful of hot, greasy mozzarella sticks from Tum Tum's plate and before either of his brothers could stop him and launched them upwards. Colt and Tum Tum watched wide eyed in horror as some of the melting cheese snacks had stuck to his drunken fist, but the others gracefully arced in the air and pelted a few college guys sitting at the bar.
"WHAT THE HECK?!" One guy stood up, cheese smeared across the right sleeve of his denim jacket. Two others on either side of him turned around with angry looks, and fresh cheese highlights in their hair. The first guy looked to his right side and wiped his sleeve off in disgust, then looked at the three brothers a few feet away from him. He whipped his medium length brown hair out of his eyes, and cracked his neck before stomping over to the Douglas's table and his two friends followed. He pulled up a chair and sat in it backwards, leaning over the table they sat at.
Turning to Colt the young man sneered at Colt with a cocky yet angry look, "So bro, I already know what you do for fun, now what do you do for work?"
"I am so sorry dude, my brother has had quite a few to drink tonight, his girlfriend broke up with him and—"
"Break! We're on a break—" Rocky began, but was desperately hushed by Colt, trying to prevent exacerbation of the situation.
"No, that's okay dude, I'm not concerned about this guy, I'm more focused on you, prettyboy," The guy leered at Colt.
"Ruin his day, Seth," One of the others behind the denim jacket piped up.
"Who's Seth?" Tum Tum asked aloud.
The guy screwed his face up and turned to Tum Tum with an annoyed look, "What are you looking at, you little freshman brat? I'm Seth!" he replied, while smacking the remaining fried cheese sticks off the table next to the youngest of the brothers. Tum Tum just avoided his gaze and began cleaning up the mess.
Turning back to Colt, Seth smiled. "You don't wanna mess with me, homeboy," He stated. Colt gave the guy a once over. He was about the same height as he; their build was similar too, but Colt was confident in his abilities to take him down easily, so he began to clench his fist.
"You're right, why don't we take this—" Colt started.
"Colt!" Tum Tum yelled, while giving his brother a look.
After reflecting for a moment, Colt realized it would not be worth it. They were at a bar, this guy was obviously drinking, and it would mean a lot of trouble for him if the college found out he was fighting. "You're right. It was all my fault, and I'm sorry, I will try to stay out of your way the rest of the night."
"You better!" Seth moved his face within inches of Colt's, "Say something as I walk away. I dare you." And with that, Seth and his two cronies sat back at their seats in the bar.
Colt's anger rose, but he kept it in. There was no sense in getting involved for his brother's drunken foolhardiness. Thinking about Rocky again, he turned to his brother to find that he had nearly fallen asleep with a bottle of beer spilling over the table. "Tum, grab him, I think this is enough fun for one night."
The old rusty door to the bar squeaked as the brothers dragged Rocky out. The streets were a bit wet as it had sprinkled during the time they were in the bar, and the they were glowing by the light of streetlamps; It was midnight in the small college campus.
"Good thing we got out of there, those guys would have creamed us," Tum Tum started.
"No they wouldn't have! I could have taken them all on at once! They were all drunk! And furthermore—"
"Shh!" Tum Tum shushed his older brother, "Do you hear that?"
"What?" Colt strained to hear what his brother was indicating.
"It sounds like a girl crying!"
Colt listened, and after a moment, he heard the noise too. He looked at Tum Tum, "Sounds like someone's in trouble."
Looking around, Colt saw a lone dumpster a few feet away from them. Tum Tum and him both dragged Rocky to it and made sure he was not going anywhere. "Stay right here, buddy," Colt remarked, while patting his brother on his head.
"Grandpa is going to kill me…" Rocky muttered while half asleep. His brothers shared a look before heading behind the bar where the noise was coming from. Colt led the way by flattening himself against the side of the bar so that he could peek around. What he saw made him gasp.
"Give it to me, bitch! Or I'll tear out your endocrine system!" A tall bald man in a leather vest was holding a girl by her blouse. His tattoos shown all down both of his muscular arms in the streetlight, and Colt noticed a nearly finished cigarette burning out by his left foot.
"I gave it all to you, I swear," the young girl barely replied between tears, "You already took everything in my purse, what else do you want?"
Tum Tum tapped a small finger on Colt's back. "Do you know her?"
"No," Colt said, "But regardless, this guy needs to go down."
"Like a ton of bricks?"
"You got it."
"Well if you won't give it up, then I'll have to find it!" The man growled. Gripping her shirt even harder, he whipped his hand down hard, ripping it down the middle. The girl cried more and clutched her body to prevent exposure.
"Wait, Colt! I wanted to be first!" Tum Tum whined.
"Shut up! It doesn't even matter!"
"It does too!"
"No it doesn't! Ahh!" Colt screamed at his brother because he had started slapping Colt on the back, and Colt slapped him back accordingly.
"Ow! Cut it out!" Tum Tum stuck his tongue out
"You cut it out! What are you twelve? Ahh! Okay! Okay! Truce! Truce!" Colt and Tum Tum withheld fighting each other to focus on the scene behind the bar, but they had seen enough. They stepped out of the corner they had been hiding and into the streetlight illuminating the back of the bar. The thug noticed the movement and turned his head to the two before him.
"Hey man, don't rob her clean, she owes me money too," Colt feigned to the thug.
"Back off baby boy scout, you don't want none o' this, think it through," the guy snapped.
"You know, it's a real shame when we see someone like you beating up a girl," Tum Tum stated.
"What, a guy? Get over it!"
"No, guy with a head that looks like a dick but has no balls!" Colt quipped. Almost immediately Tum Tum ran at the man and slid, perfectly kicking the cigarette from the ground directly into his face.
"Yeeeaarrrggghhhhh!" The thug roared in pain while holding up his forearms to his face to protect it from further burning, letting go of the girl in the process. That was his first mistake, and one that the ninjas anticipated. Colt ran up and kicked out his arms and exposing his face. Tum Tum lept up onto the wall nearest to him and flicking his right foot out with incredible force, cracking right into the man's left cheek.
While they had the man stunned on the ground Colt tended to the girl who was obviously taken aback by the scene that turned a 180 right before her.
"Are you okay?" Colt looked into the watery, mascara-smeared hazel eyes of the beautiful blonde girl before him.
"W-w-who are are you?" She asked between bloody lips.
"I'm just your friendly neighborhood ninja," Colt smiled at his sad attempt at being original. Had this been in a different scenario, he may have tried getting this girl's phone number. "Well no time to waste, can you run out of here?"
"Sure thing." With that, the girl stood up to her feet, and began running towards campus, but stopped at the edge of the parking lot. "Oh, one more thing," she said, and Colt noticed her face had undergone a transformation of a soft sadness to a bitter fury.
"What's that?" Colt asked.
"Murdalize that jerk."
Colt smiled and gave her a thumbs up before watching her disappear into the darkness of the streets.