Showdown At Attractions.
Broke up another fight tonight. One second, we’re having a good time at Attractions. Next second, there’s a beer bottle on the floor. Next second, the table next to us is flipped upside-down. Next second, there’s about five guys grabbing at eachother. Of course, the next second, automatically, I’m standing between two guys, both staring at eachother like they’re hard, one with a bloody lip. I don’t say a word or do anything, I just stand there, creating a physical barrier between them. The one with the bloody lip goes in, pushing me backwards. I run into the one behind me, causing him to grab my shoulder and say, “Don’t fucking push me!” He looks like he’s about ot hit me. I didn’t push him, and my look and held-up hand tell him so. He backs off, and so does the other guy.
I had to stand in between both guys and their “posses” for another five minutes or so, but nothing happened. Crowd Control got involved. One of them didn’t do anything. The other one grabbed a bottle, told us they couldn’t have guns so he was using that, raised it in the air and ordered everyone involed out.
Why do I always have to get involved in these things?
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