Day 46
“So you got your buddy drunk, what are you up to now?” Virginia asked after a few seconds of silence.
“Well I kind of what to get a drink,” Tony replied with a shrug.
“You’re Seventeen. I think that is a bad idea.”
“Just one.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Well I’m not going to help you with that.”
“That’s fine,” Tony slid out of the booth, Rhodey had just face planted on the bar counter. Tony had a bar fight to start. He just had to slip in and bump Carol so she thought it was the motorcycle gangster. He headed toward the pool tables. He was so focused on getting to Carol that he didn’t watch where he was going, and he accidentally bumped into a much bigger much scarier motorcycle gangster.
“Hey! What the fuck!?” The man shouted, and gave Tony a shove.
“Sorry,” Tony replied, and innocently raised his hands in the air.
“You made me spill my drink all over my shirt!”
“I said I was sorry buddy!” Tony took a step back.
“Don’t you “buddy” me squirt!” The man growled.
“Sorry sir. I didn’t mean to.”
“Are you mocking me?!”
“Not all,” Tony let just a little bit too much sarcasm into his voice. The man cracked his knuckles.
“I think you are,” The man growled and lifted Tony into the air by his shirt.
“Okay, but let’s be honest. What’s not to mock?” Tony couldn’t help himself.
“Why you!” The man slammed his head into Tony’s face. His snapped back and he couldn't hold back his yelp of pain, “I gonna beat you with an inch of your life!”
Tony’s back slammed into one of the brick walls. He let out another cry of pain. Blood dripped down his face from his nose.
“I said I was sorry…”
“And then you continued to mock me.”
“It was joke…” Tony moaned.
“Hey asshole!” Tony looked up just on time to see a stool come crashing down over the gangster’s head. The man dropped him, and he slumped to the ground. His head hurt like hell, “Pick on someone your size!”
Tony looked up to Carol face off with the motorcycle guy.
“Sorry lady. I don’t fight women.”
Tony cracked a smile. The guy had just sealed his own fate.
“But you’ll beat the shit out of seventeen year old kid? That makes sense.”
“Apparently so,” the guy hissed, “Now I gotta get back to teaching this runt a lesson.”
The man gave Tony a kick. He let out a small yelp, as the man's foot collided with his side. He was pretty sure he felt his ribs crack.
“Oh you mother fucking!” Carol clenched her fists, “Do not fucking touch him again!”
“What are you gonna do? You're just a girl.”
The man nudged Tony with his boot again.
Carol popped her neck, “You’re going to regret that.”
“Am I?” The man hissed, and Tony felt himself being lifted into the air again.
“Last warning. Put him down.”
Carol watched as the man tossed Tony on the ground with enough force to make him gasp in pain.
“That does it you mother fucker!” She clenched her fist tight and sucker punched the guy in the face. Nobody beat up Tony. Nobody. The man stumbled over in surprise.
“Oh sweetie. I am not the one who will be regretting anything.”
“Do not fucking call me sweetie!” Carol tackled the man.
The whole bar descended into chaos. Virginia watched as an angry blond tackled a big motorcycle gangster who had just been beating up Tony. Another motorcycle gangster grabbed the blond woman by the hair and tried to drag her off her victim. The woman let out an angry high pitched snarl. This cough the attention of a bad ass looking short haired black woman who promptly picked up a bar stool and smashed it over the head of the guy who had his hands in in the blond woman’s hair. The four people descended into an angry mass of fists and feet. Tony slinking toward the bar caught Virginia’s attention. She wondered if this had been his plan the entire time. She was about to go talk him out of attempting to get a drink when the fight moved to the counter. Someone was shoved into Tony’s passed out friend, waking him up. The man slipped off his stool and faced the four… no another motorcycle gangster had joined in, there were five people fighting now, he did not even hesitate before throwing himself at the closest guy.
“That’s enough!” The bartender hopped over the bar and threw himself into the fight as well.
Knowing when to call it a night, Virginia got up and left the bar. She was curious to see how things would go, so she sat herself down on a bench and waited outside.”
“That’s enough!” The bartender pushed Maria away from her victim who had pulled Carol’s hair, “You too,” the man stepped in between Carol and her opponent, he turned his attention to Rhodey but said nothing when he realized that both James and his opponent were passed out, “Alright Maria get your gang out of here.”
“Fair enough,” Maria agreed. She looked down her row of friends and came to the horrifying realization that no one was watching Tony, her eyes met the bar tenders. There was also no one watching the alcohol. She spun around just on time to see Tony consume a large glass of clear liquid. From the pinched look on his face she knew that it was not water.
“Son of a bitch! Carol get Rhodey,” She ordered and marched over Tony who still had blood trickling down from his broken nose, “Joey put whatever this idiot drank on my tab,” Maria called to the bartender as she caught Tony right as he passed out.
“You bet I will. I am putting the damages on Carol’s though,” The bartender replied.
“The motorcycle guys started it,” Carol grumbled as she draped Rhodey over her shoulder.
“Don’t argue Carol,” Maria ordered. Carol rolled her eyes, but obeyed.
“Tony you are so grounded,” Maria said as she buckled him into the back seat. Carol shoved Rhodey in the car from the other door, and then slid next to him. Maria frowned. All four of them were drunk, to drunk to drive. She would have just made them all camp out in the car for the night, but Carol looked like needed stitches above her eyebrows, and Tony looked like shit and a check up was probably a good idea. She straightened her back and leaned against the car, and that was when she saw the young woman watching her from a bench. Maybe she could get her to drive.
“Hey!”
The girl perked up.
“Yeah?” She stood up and walked toward Maria.
“Have you had anything to drink tonight?” Maria asked the red head as she approached.
“No, why?”
“Do you think you could maybe drive me and these idiots to the hospital?”
The red head glanced in the window.
“Yeah sure.”
“Thank you so much!” Maria patted her shoulder.
“This one sweet car!”
“Yeah, but hey don’t scratch it. It’s not mine, and I am pretty sure Carol will murder me if her car got damaged by someone I told to drive.”
“I’ll try my best.”
“Oh, I am Maria by the way,” Maria introduced herself and climbed into the passenger seat of the car.
“Virginia,” The red head offered her hand. Maria shook it, “I met Tony earlier in the night.”
“Yeah, he’s a charmer isn’t he?”
“Yeah.”
Maria glanced at Tony who was snoring with his head leaned on Rhodey’s shoulder.
“He’s also a dumbass, but he’s like the collective group’s little brother, so we put up with him.”
Tony’s first thought when he woke up the next morning was that he had never given Virginia her half of the bet money. If he ever saw her again he would pay her back.