Misty Gray
Pessimisty
Warren Taylor
With the scuffle ongoing, Keegan was quick to grab the collar of the man who had shoved the other onto the floor. The man on the ground rushed to his feet, clearly driven by his own embarrassment to retaliate against those who had wronged him. Warren quickly stepped in and grabbed the man's shirt by the shoulders, pushing him backwards before he had chance to swing for the guy Keegan was restraining. "You heard him, lads. None of your faces need to get messed up. Warren turned to the other two men who had so far kept to only verbal abuse rather than physical attacks. "Whoever's with him, take him with you and go drink elsewhere," he ordered, signalling to the man Keegan was holding back to get out of the club. The men were about to protest, but Warren released his grasp of the dishevelled man to point to the door. "Don't forget where you are. Get the fuck out before my friend here makes your face look like a Picasso!"
Soon enough, two of the guys rushed out of the club, muttering expletives on their way. Warren smirked to Keegan before addressing the two men he'd allowed to stay in the place. "Pick that up, seeing as you knocked it down," he told one of the men, pointing to the chair he'd dragged with him when he'd fallen to the floor. "Then sit down and enjoy the rest of your evening."
Warren turned back to Keegan and motioned towards the bar. "I don't know about you, but I'm in for another drink," he offered.
Bugsy (Keegan)