A/N. A bit of seriousness for this chapter guys, sorry!

"YOU FUCKING RETARD."

Happy screamed at Juice as he grabbed him by the front of his t-shirt and screamed at him after Juice threw up on him. He couldn't belive what the little idiot had just done. Juice struggled vainly to break Happy's hold on him.

"I told you I felt ill." he cried as Happy shook him.

Happy flung Juice backwards in disgust against the dumpster, he watched as Juice slid down the side of it and then grabbed Juice's arm and yanked it backwards as though to break it, he was angry he didn't think about what he was doing. He heard Juice cry out in pain as his shoulder was wenched out of its socket but he did not stop. All he could of was the puke that covered his boots, he hated mess of any kind and this was the worse kind. He heard his name being shouted and heard the sound of someone behind him but took no notice until a hand grabbed his arm and tried to pull him off Juice.

Opie was still sitting in the bar when he heard a commotion outside somewhere. He could hear somebody screaming insanely and he thought he heard the word 'retard', he went to the window of the bar but could see nothing. He was about to turn around and go back to the seat he had vacated when he saw movement to one side and saw two guys across the street a little ways down the alley next to the bar opposite fighting. Or rather one guy who had another on the ground, as he watched he saw the face of the guy who was holding the other one down and he suddenly realised that it was Happy.

Opie ran out of the bar and across the road to where he could see Happy beating the crap out of the guy on the ground, as he got closer he realized with a start that the one on the ground was Juice. Opie shouted at Happy to stop but he could see that Happy was out of control and there was no way he was going to stop. As Opie got to him he grabbed Happy's arm and tried to pull Happy off the hapless Juice who was curled up and cowering on the ground at Happy's feet.

"HAPPY...HAPPY... STOP."

Happy responded by letting go off Juice and taking a swing at the person who had just grabbed him not realizing it was Opie.

A little later in the bar, Happy sat trying to come to terms with the fact he had lost control in such a dramatic way, he couldn't understand it but he was feeling so agitated. Had been since half way through the night before, he had made sure that he had not drunk in the same way as the others and he had also made sure that he tipped away the drink that the prospect had given him to start off their pub crawl, certain that it had been spiked. If the way the others had behaved last night was anything to go by, the drinks had indeed been spiked.

The others had arrived having received a call from Happy who told them that he had found the missing groom. Jax was so pleased to see his friend, he had started to really worry that they might not find him and he had not been looking forwrad to telling his mother that they had lost Opie when Happy's call had come though on his phone he had breathed a big sigh of relief.

Juice was curled up in one of the booths where he had been since staggering into the bar after his beating from Happy. He was feeling so bad, not just from what Happy had done to him but from whatever he had been drinking from the night before. He couldn't understand it, yeah he had been paraletic before and really hung over before but he had never felt this bad the following day, that he was feeling now. A small part of him hoped that someone else in their group was feeling as bad as he was.

Opie was nursing a black eye when he had grabbed Happy's arm in an attempt to pull him off Juice he had not thought about the way the Happy would respond and when Happy's fist caught him in the eye he had been momentarily stunned for a moment as his mind pocessed what had just happened.

"Fuck... what happened to you?" Jax asked Opie gesturing to his black eye.

"A misunderstanding."

"Well I hope the other guy looks worse than you."

Opie merely shrugged and looked down the bar at Happy who sat a few seats down. He could see that Happy was westling with his emotions and not totally succeeding. He slipped out of his seat as Jax turned to speak to someone on his phone and wandered down to where the clubs killer was feeling a bit sorry for himself.

"You ok Happy?"

Happy glanced at Opie as he sat down in the seat at his side.

"Yeah." He muttered. "I'm sorry about the eye."

"I shouldn't have grabbed you in the way I did, I could see you were out of control but didn't think at the time. Besides it's not me you have to apoligize to." Opie said nodding in the direction of the booth where Juice had taken refuge.