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The fire he had lit crackled and popped in front of him, spitting out embers from time to time that hit the ground and faded away after taking a few moments to burn out. Sometimes he'd have to put one out himself, just to be safe. He didn't want to catch the grass on fire or something.
Music was playing from his phone, not loud enough to cause a disturbance, but loud enough for him to hear fine. He was leaning up against the chair he'd set out after getting tired of standing. Occasionally he glanced over to keep watch on Toni, who was just strolling around the yard and grazing. He'd have to take the horse out for a ride soon, or he'd get restless.
He turned back around and leaned back again, closing his eyes and just listening to the music and crackling bonfire. For awhile it was just that, maybe a bird or two, but that was about it. It was late, and it wasn't like a whole lot of people would be up.
Well, he assumed that until he heard shouting about a street down. Opening his eyes with a long sigh, Alfred paused the music on his phone and leaned forward a bit, listening in on it. It was just drunken swearing.
Whether it was curiosity or the desire to get them all to shut the f#ck up, Alfred stood up and shoved his phone into his pocket before heading off, blowing his bangs out of his face, but not making any sort of effort to just move them.
Everyone was a mess by the time he showed up. There was shouting, swearing, some sort of fight that had moved outside. Normally those things handled themselves, but it only seemed to be escalating. He glanced over at one of the guys too see if he could get answers and all he got was a shrug. Look, bar fights were great and all, until they crossed a line and went completely downhill. People got seriously injured in these things.
One dude was already cradling a bloody arm, someone was pulling a girl back from the fray, and everyone else seemed to be trying to find a way to get the one drunk f#ck off everyone. It was probably his brain deciding to be stupid, but he for some reason joined the struggle of getting this guy down.
He was a pretty big dude, veins bulging out of his arms, and looked drunk as f#ck. He was spitting at people, trying to fight and apparently was mad at the fact he wasn't going home with anyone tonight. That's just what he got from the others. Yet, Alfred was more pissed off than afraid, and in no time at all had locked onto the guy in an attempt to wrestle him down. Normally he'd be on his ass by now, but this guy was a lot more sturdy than Al had predicted, and it turned into a bad struggle way too fast.
Add that onto the dude being not only a few years older, but Alfred had not eaten anything since last night and was seriously lacking sleep, and you'd understand why after some time grappling with the guy he was face down on the ground.
He attempted to push himself up, only to have the guy grab him by the hair and ram his face back down into the hard and unforgiving dirt multiple times. After he believed to be the second time, blood started to spurt from his nose, mixing in with the ground and making some sort of disgusting bloody mud. A crack told him his glasses were broken, and when he could he yanked those sh!ts off and flung them aside.
He thought he could get up again when they let go of him, and when he felt the weight lift off him he immediately got back onto his feet and swung, catching the guy in the jaw. There was a crack, a sh!t ton of swearing, and droplets of blood on his knuckles. He took a step back, wiping blood from his nose away with the back of his hand, though it only smeared it across his face.
His vision was blurry, and he stumbled a bit, trying to get it cleared. But that left him vulnerable, and within seconds he was tackled back down again, the other guy yelling and screaming and sh!t because he got f#cking nailed in the face.
His head hitting the ground was enough to knock the wind out of him, and he spat out some swears of his own. He didn't notice the other guy's movements, and his eyes were shut tightly. F#ck, he was in pain.
There was a sickening crack as the drunk swung his leg, kicking Alfred in the side of the head. And that seemed to be enough, because he didn't get back up.
[ you don't have to match muse! ]
[size=5pt][color=transparent]© counselor dreamíe
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