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Kip coolly placed a cigarette between his lips as the collection of heartbreakers that had gathered around him flirted with him, each other and everyone else for that matter. God he loved the Pit on a Friday night. He eyed a tidy piece over by the jukebox swaying to the rhythm of the music. She looked familiar and she carried herself like someone that didn’t belong in the cesspool that was Douglas Bigby’s baby. Darcy has offered to meet up with him later for a bump and a bump, it was a recurring offer that he very rarely turned down and judging by the pain his back was in, tonight was likely to be no different unless he was enticed by someone else. Bea? Maybe. That girl by the juke? Perhaps. Dolores herself  or the sassy southerner he had seen dancing at the Treasure Chest we’re also viable options for the eve.

Robin loved her digs and her comment on faked orgasms was just too good not to bite. [color=15AFBC]”Thing is Robin, I know you’re talking shit because your pants are still sitting on my loft floor from the night I left. And they certainly aren’t showing the signs of a fake”[/color] he lit his cigarette and grinned like only he could [color=15AFBC]”I could be wrong though”[/color]

He glanced over to Jed who had all but retreated into himself as he was bombarded with pure unadulterated Hollywood dream girl stingers from the bevy of beauties. Kip silently chuckled to himself as he watched the poor guy caught in the headlights like a deer. He was preparing to offer Bea the cigarette she had wanted when he saw the drink she was about to down, spray across another bar patron. That was unfortunate. 

It took a moment for the smoky haze to reveal the face of Sidney Jones and a cold clammy feeling began to stir in the pit of Kip’s stomach. He knew Sid by extension from his relationship with Darcy. He was not a good guy and he had seen him both sober and out of it and neither was a person he would want to be around. In what felt like a second, the entire atmosphere in the bar had changed and what was supposed to be a good time Friday had turned into something a hell of a lot more sour. Darcy was bleeding from her nose and Sid was on the floor shielding his fun parts. This was not going to end in a good way if this carried on. The tall blonde was a badass no doubt but Sid has friends or at least people who were weak willed enough to follow his lead. It would only take a word from him and they would descend upon the innocent like a shark to blood in the water or a producer to a wannabe starlet.

He placed his cigarette between Bea’s plump lips. [color=15AFBC]”Hold this for me”[/color] he took off his jacket and moved over to Darcy and Sid, putting his body between them and ushering her back gently with his hand into the arms of a waiting friend. He eyed a group at the other end of the bar; Sid’s psychopaths. He counted three, not great odds but not impossible. 

[color=15AFBC]”You know what I like about this place Sid? It’s the lovely oak features, very sturdy”[/color] Grabbing the abuser by the scruff of his leathers, Kip rushes him into a pillar against the wall headfirst.  On cue. Sid’s cronies were barging across the room towards the wrestler. He inhaled deeply to suck in the pain in his back before grabbing a bottle and throwing it across the room at the descending horsemen. Rushing in with reckless abandon, he took a few heavy shots to the stomach and head before slamming one of the goons into the jukebox by Brandy, changing the [url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Qxl-t4hBAZM]song[/url]. Kip raised his feathered head up and glanced at Brandy with a bloodied eye, he followed her amazingly fine form for a second before winking at her and returning to the brawl which had now dragged many more patrons into it.

Elsewhere in the graffiti laden men’s room of the Pit, Bigby stood outside one of the stalls, sipping from one of the two drinks in his hands and admiring his dirty green dressing gown in the shattered mirrors. [color=wheat]“Hey big man; just to let you know that Sid and the Sadsacks are out front causing a bit of a fracas, might want to get out there”[/color]
[color=Red]”Oh for fucks sake”[/color] the voice called out from inside the stall [color=red]”I just got piss all over my hands”[/color] As nonchalantly as always Bigby took a step back as the large bouncer Rig emerged from the cubicle. [color=wheat]”You want me to give Saul a call?”[/color]
[color=red]”If you don’t want to get sued, probably”[/color] Pulling his zipper up, Rig charged out of the bathroom and out into a bar. [color=wheat]”He didn’t wash his hands…”[/color]

Grabbing a baseball bat from behind the bar, he walked into the crowd to find Kip mounted on top of Sid reigning down fists. He grabbed the wrestler by the shoulder and pulled him off the wannabe rocker. Rig pointed his bat at Sidney’s crew and growled with menace. The pure aura of toughness that radiated off of the big boy was tremendous. [color=red]”You all need to get out of here before I shove this bat up all your asses and turn you into a shish kebab”[/color] he began to march the group out of the bar.

Taking a seat back at the end of the bar, Kip wiped some blood from his face and looked behind the counter [color=15AFBC]”Can I get another beer?”[/color][/center]