Hahaha
I was hitting on this girl who was standing alone for like 30 minutes at the bar, and this wiry vaguely Latino guy, had a weird headband on, suddenly comes out of a crowd of other girls and tells me to fuck off, that's his woman.
I, being the smug drunk idiot I am, tell him he shouldn't be off dancing with some girls and leaving her standing all alone.
So I have a nice healthy bruise on my right cheekbone due to the fact he managed to swing faster. Before I can even strike back, the bouncers threw us both out. Some buds of mine came out with me but I told them it was all good (I always fight fair even when drunk). Turns out he is FAST, raining really fast punches on my torso since I was blocking my face. So he's going wild and I'm almost puking but manage to make one really solid swing when he came too close.
Boom.
He actually goes down. I didn't even hit him that hard, I was swinging blindly. He had a total glass jaw and started crying while kneeling on the ground. I actually felt sort of bad at how sad it was and the adrenaline was gone. He eventually got up and stumbled away, while I could barely walk so my buds half carried me into the car and took me home. I just puked pretty much my night's worth from all the hits, but totally worth it.
Women : 0
Fight : 1
All in all a good Easter night~
