An was trying to get through the crowd when it happened, he inadvertently touched something he shouldn’t have while making his way through the crowd. It was something firm, yet supple. Looking at what he held seemed like an eternity, it was a breast, inside a tight red dress. Looking up, An stared into the greenest eyes he had ever seen in his life. Hastily letting go and shaking his hand is if he had dropped a burning stone he stepped back, apologizing profusely as he did. 

Before he could finish his uttering, an unmistakable southern drawl filled the air. [color=fdc68a]“Boy, you dun gist made a big, gad-damn mistake.”[/color] Snarled the large man who stepped between the girl, who had a sly grin on her ruby red lips, and An. A black Stetson hat, a bright red western shirt, blue denim and brown, ornately scrolled cowboy boots contained the frame of a Texas big man. 

An looked up at the man, who clearly towered over An’s six-feet by some six-inches or so.  The florid face of the man looked puffy and splotchy. Clearly, he had a little too much to drink and unfortunately, for the cowboy, he believed that his size would be a deterrent.  It would not.  Raising his hands sheepishly, An smiled and stuttered, [color=6ecff6]“Sorry . . .” [/color]

Whatever else An want to say was cut short by the man grabbing An’ shirt.
 
[color=fdc68a]“Boy, you ain’t  git but one time to make a good impression, and you dun fooked it up.”[/color] Texas said as he balled his right fist. Everyone started to back away from what looked to be a beating, as An’s shoulders sagged a bit. 

[color=6ecff6]“You don’t want to do this.[/color]” An murmured.

[color=fdc68a]“What? What, you say boy?”[/color]

Without saying another word, An quickly grabbed the left arm of the man and launched a diagonal knee strike up and into the man’s kidneys, just above his hip. The blow, sudden and swift caught Texas by surprise. It hurt. It hurt real bad, but Texas was a brawler, tightening up on An’s shirt he threw a heavy right hand. An shrugged down a bit and launched another diagonal knee into the same spot as the punch glanced off An’s shoulder.  

OW!

Then it was on, as An launched a front kick that caught Texas in his gut, knocking him back into another who promptly smashed a bottle on Texas’ head. A quick smile crossed An’s lips as he looked for Rojai. That’s when the man he had originally spilled beer upon grabbed him from behind, lifting An up into the air. As the man smashed him down onto the ground, An managed to break free as one of Texas’ friends sucker punched beer boy. 

Scrambling to his feet, An ducked another punch as he kept looking for the waddling mass known as Rojai.  As the fight on the dance floor expanded in scope as more drunk men became involved, An stepped back into a man who was drinking a whisky as another punch came towards him. Ducking he stepped on the man’s foot as he retaliated with a deadly barrage of punches and elbows, knocking the drunken man sprawling onto the dance floor. 

Turning to the man that he had stepped on, An smiled weakly, ready to apologize when a kick to his back knocked him into man against the stage with incredible force. Again An stepped on the man’s shoes getting some mud on them.  Stepping back the young Thai nodded hastily muttering a quick [color=6ecff6]“Sorry”[/color] before a quick folding of gravity allowed An to rise a few feet off the ground as he searched for Rojai.