Its 2am and a fresh pitcher of beer with four chilled, fogged up glasses are placed on the table in front of Left. Its his 27th birthday and he's spending it with a couple of his friends at the hole in the wall bar, "The Library." It has already been a extensive night filled with multiple mix drinks, many different kinds of beer, and enough shots to put even a seasoned alcoholic into a coma.
Laughter fills the air as the odd combination of the four reminisce about the old days. Slurred speech and curse words are emitted from their mouths as they all par take in a mumbled toast, and proceed to engulf the 12 ounces of beer that once filled their glasses. As they finish, the wife of the cowboy hat wearing friend returns from making a phone call outside. She leaps into her seat and continues to order a toddy that has an extended name that none of the other four can understand in their drunken state.
They all joke for awhile but after some time passes, the conversations die down and it is obvious that the night is coming to a end. They all pay their tabs and begin to walk toward the exit of the small bar. Left is the first to walk out of the front door. As he takes a right, in order to head in the direction of the parking lot, he hears screaming, the type of screaming that involves arguing. As he looks up and puts his cold hands in his jacket pocket, he sees where the commotion is coming from.
Across the street, Amber and her low life boy...friend are the ones that are causing all the noise. At first glance, Left thinks nothing of it. He figures if she wants to be with someone like him, she can just deal with it. As the group of five stop at a cross walk on the opposite side of the arguing couple, Left can't help but observe the argument. Being nosy, he finds out that Amber caught him with yet another girl and this time she didn't just walk away. She apparently threw a drink on the cheater and ran outside to get in her car, but was stopped before she could make it.
Just as the illuminated hand appears and the crew begins to walk toward the opposite side of the street, Left sees the hand of the low life rare back and ball up into a fist, continuing to meet its conclusion upon Amber's right cheek.
Without a second of hesitation, the intoxicated Left runs out in the middle of the street. A car slams on its brakes and the loud horn follows as he runs across to completely obliterate this undeserving of life, asshole.
He slows his walk a bit and yells
"Hey, What do you think you're doing!?!" Amber now lays on the ground.
The boyfriend turns around and replies, "Who the fuck are you?"
Left, without answering the useless question, walks Right up, and lands a solid punch onto the nose of the drunk. He then jumps on top of him and continues to build thunder storms as he rains punches down upon the once unbroken nose of the now ex boyfriend. By now, there is a crowd around them, and it is steadily getting louder. What seems like an eternity, really has only been 15 seconds. One of Left's friends that wears a polo hat trys to pull Left of off him but of course that doesn't work.
"COPS, COPS, COPS." This statement projected from across the street.
Everyone begins to scatter like roaches when an over head light is turned on. In the borderline uncontrollable scene, Left is looking around for Amber. He turns to find her already in her car and driving away. She swerves a bit, and almost hits someone running across the street.
Left runs to his car. starts it, and drives off toward the direction of the girl that always gets away. He fumbles with his cell phone as he tries to call her. She answers...
