“You better watch out, I got a short fuse!” Mitch yelled at the man, and squared off with him, ready to fight. “You think you can take me, but dynamite comes in small packages, mister, and I am gonna whoop your ass.” The man, a stranger at the bar, looked at Mitch, who was smaller than him and was very intoxicated, yet looked dangerous in a wild, unpredictable way.
Mitch was raising his fists, and he punched the air a couple of times when the man put his hands up, palms facing Mitch in a ‘hold on there’ position and said, “Hey, I don’t want to fight you, I wanted to buy you a drink.”
“Well, that’s good because I was fixin’ to knock you into next Tuesday, mister.”
“Let’s get that drink,” the man said, and he helped Mitch to the bar.
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Written in response to GirlieOnTheEdge’s six sentence blog hop
A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 
Better off just letting him believe he could doit! hehehe
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So true! Why get into a scuffle with a drunken madman?
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Mitch sounds like he has had plenty to drink already.
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You are certainly correct!
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Most fights start without any good reasons, especially when people are intoxicated. Nice story, Lisa.
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I agree with you! An angry drunk that just wants to feel something, even pain, is never going to back down
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alcohol talkin’
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You are so right.
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The man at the bar was right to stop the situation from getting out of hand. Maybe after another one, Mitch will just fall asleep.
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One could only hope, right? He needs to sleep it off.
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The cost of a drink is much better than a poke in the eye, for sure!
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I agree!
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