Penname: calin-durus

Original or Derivative (fanfiction): Derivative

Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): Rated M for language. Thanks to Kimmy for looking this over. The 10th was a day of reflection. So here's the 11th's

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Prompt: Scenario: Imagine you are working as a bartender on a Friday night. A drunk woman is pouring her heart out to you just as a brawl breaks out. A beer bottle shatters on the floor and a woman screams. What happens next?

I felt sorry for this lady; her husband turned out to be porking her brother. Imagine coming home to your husband not only cheating on you, but playing pillow-biter for your brother.

I shook my head as I poured her another whiskey sour.

Friday nights are usually my day off. But Seth called in sick, and here I am. Can't complain too much; I needed the cash if I plan on making it out here.

I handed the lady her drink. "This one's on me, but I'm gonna have to cut you off soon, darlin'," I warned her before she decided to down this one like the others before it.

She nodded and started going on about how she should have known all along that something was up. I tried to pay attention, but the sounds of shouting were distracting me.

I looked to the back corner of the bar, where two men were pushing each other. One man - well, more like a bear of a man - taunted the smaller man to do something.

"And you know what's really fudged up?" the woman at the bar slurred and hiccuped.

"No, darlin', what?" I asked, watching as the smaller man threw a beer bottle at bear man's head, missing it completely.

The screams of the women at the back drained out what whiskey sour lady had to say as the bear tackled the other guy.

"Fuck me," I muttered under my breath, throwing my towel down and nodding my head at Charlotte. She sighed and shook her head at me as I hopped over the bar and jogged to the corner.

"Alright, assholes, break it up!" I shouted, my voice demanding respect and cooperation. The big guy got up off the dude he was beating senseless and looked at me. I was taken aback by his appearance. It wasn't the tattoos or his huge frame that struck me as odd. No, it was the fact that his hazel eyes held a glint of mischief as his left cheek prominently displayed a dimple from his smile.

"Buzz off, Mike!" a copper-haired man said from the booth.

I looked down at the blond on the ground and rolled my eyes. Fucker pissed himself while getting the crap beat out of him. He scrambled to his feet before running out the front door like his heels were on fire.

"You didn't have to break it up, man. Emmett was just playing!" the copper dude laughed.

I looked at the big guy. "Emmett?" He grinned wider, nodding the affirmative.

"Do that shit in my bar again, and I'll beat your ass into the ground. Want to be garage band rock stars, do it some where else," I warned, pointing from him to his buddy.

Emmett laughed before clapping me on the back. "You got it, Major! Com'on, Ed, let's get out of here."