Jack glances up and notices the two gladiatoral rejects starting to tussle. He gently guides his date out of harms way. Their Neanderthal speech patterns, barrel chested beatings, and wild, flailing arms are almost comical. Then it gets serious.
“Gun!” An onlooker shouts.
But its too loud, no one reacts. But one of the men does have a gun.
Jack sees it.
“Hey babe, why don’t you run to the bathroom and get me a wet towel.”
“But wh…”
“Please?”
“Okay, you’re lucky you’re so sexy.” She leaves with a bounce in her step, shaking her ass as she half prances half dances to the back.
Jack moves forward. It’s getting heated, the bouncers don’t see whats going on. One of the men pulls out a gun and shoves it in the other ones face. He doesn’t back down.
“Do it, you pigmy Fuck, do it.”
The man cocks the firing pin.
“Come on you pussy, you couldn’t do it in anyway, that’s why you have a fucking gun, because that’s all you know how to fight with. So fucking DO IT!”
The gun barrel raises to his forehead. He squeezes.