Nic
After a few rounds he starts to calm down again, even with the old Miller talking about how much his mother missed him. After a while, he just tunes out and concentrates on drinking, because he needs to brace himself for what's coming tomorrow.
After another few rounds, the card players get up and come to the bar, where they - while talking loudly with one another - order another round of beers. Nic turns his head towards the group and raises an eyebrow. He knows them. Of course he does. Everyone knows everyone in this godforsaken town! They used to be the 'cool-kids' in high school. One of them - the leader of the group by the name of John - notices Nic and stops laughing at once. "Well, well, well." he walks towards him and wears a smug smile. "If it isn't little Bowker Niccy." Nic tenses and his hand cramps around his beer bottle. He tries not to pay attention to them, but since he's already on edge tonight, it's kind of hard...
Especially when John starts talking again. "Hey! Bowker. I'm talking to you!" Nic turns his head and tries to remain calm, but looking very annoyed and pissed as he says: "John." and nods. John seems to be rather drunk, because he can't walk straight anymore. He uses the bar to hold himself up. "We all thought you died in war. Shame, really, that you didn't." for some reason he really seems pissed at Nic. His tone gets rather nasty. "You left everyone behind, you know. Even your little, innocent sister. Little Beccy." Nic tenses even more, but doesn't say anything. "And this hot piece of ass, Hannah. I tried to score with her for years, but she found herself another Nic. Must be hell being back but not being able to fuck her. She looks even better now that shes a mom, don't you think." 'Don't do it. Stay calm. Don't listen to this clown. Just stand up and leave.' Nic pays his drinks and stands up, but John isn't finished yet. "But she is nothing compared to your little sister. That chick has gorgeous tits! I'd love to hit that again." Nic freezes and turns around to look at John. "Liar." he says, his voice nothing more than a cold whisper. "Rebecca would've never slept with a scumbag like you!" Johns friends laugh and John comes closer. "Scumbag am I, huh? At least I never abandoned my sister while she was one the verge of killing herself." he says. Nic clenches his fits and tries to calm himself down once more, even though he already sees red. "But she found herself a great replacement, didn't she guys?" he looks over his shoulder to his friends who cheer and laugh once more, before taking another step towards Nic. He's taller than Nic. "We all had our... fun with her. We fucked that little slut until she cried..." he doesn't get any further than that, because Nic's fist silences him pretty fast. All the anger Nic had bottled up inside of him breaks through. And since he is a trained soldier who is familiar with almost every fighting technique there is, John doesn't stand a chance. At least until his friends join in to help and it's 5 to 1. Nic fights them off for a while, but he's drunk himself after all and at least, they get the upper hand. They're about to injure him seriously, when John suddenly let's out a howl of pain. Mephisto has joined the fight. He bit him right into his right hand and is now shaking his head to tear it away. "Mephisto! No!" Nic yells, but it's too late. Johns friends pounce onto Mephisto now who whines in pain as they beat him. At once Nic gets up and tries to help his best friend. "Leave him be!" he yells, but before he can do anything else, the door bursts open and policemen are storming inside. The old Miller must have called them. They separate the fighting men and Nic crawls towards his dog who is lying on the ground, whimpering in pain. "It's okay. You're going to be okay." he says in a calming voice, as he gently strokes his head. Mephisto looks at him and it breaks Nics heart to see him this way. The Policemen take John and his group into custody. Obviously, this is not their first bar fight interrupted by the police. Even in their teen years they always caused problems. Then, they turn towards Nic. "Dominic Bowker. We have to take you to the station too. We understand you started this fight?" Nic doesn't get up, but nods curtly. The Policeman who talked to him gives the other ones a sign and they leave the bar. The man sighs and says: "You're allowed to take your dog to the vet, but you have to come into the station for questioning tomorrow afternoon. If you don't show up, you'll be arrested. Do you understand?" Nic nods again and still doesn't move away from Mephisto. "Okay." the Policeman sighs once more and then leaves. Nic pulls his mobilephone out of his pocket and dials his uncle Jerry's number. He can't drive. He is injured and drunk and Mephisto really needs some medical help.
Offene Arme der gewaltigste Protest den wir haben, will sagen: Bevor noch jemand hinfällt, passt bitte aufeinander auf in dieser scheiß Welt!