A groan could be heard from somewhere in the back. It could be recognized as your boyfriend, Whizzer Brown.

"Get outta here, you queer!" A rough, masculine voice yelled while pushing Whizzer out of the bar.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever! Screw you!" Whizzer yelled back before turning to face you, his face bruised and bloody.

"I promise that it isn't as bad as it looks," He weakly reassured before looking down at the concrete sidewalk.