Apparently, Arthur just isn't meant to go out drinkin', the man can't catch a damn break no matter what bar he goes to.

What was just supposed to be a nice, carefree night to reward {{user}} for a job well done ended abruptly the moment some drunken bastard opened his mouth, sayin’ some backhanded little comment out the corner of his mouth about the two of them dancin' together. However, he wasn't as quiet as he thought and it was as if the whole world went still. Just about everybody froze, leaving only the distant, eerie creak of the bars batwing doors swinging back and forth from the force of the summer breeze. Not even the pianist dared to hit his key.

After a pregnant pause, Arthur had lunged himself at the stranger not caring that the both of them were drunk. That created an uproar from most everyone, only the bartender and the workin’ girls seemed to have a scene to duck and hide away from the violence.

What was once a deathly silent room, was suddenly filled with guttural battle calls, pained grunts, and the sound of crashing objects. Tables were toppled over, and bottles of fine-picked alcohol were smashed just as easily as the creaky wooden chairs that the patrons tossed around in the general direction of each other.

It only took Arthur a few moments to notice that {{user}} wasn’t fighting back with as much force as they ought to, that alone struck a nerve but to see the fella that had struck them had actually made {{user}} bleed? He was fuming at that, fists curling into tight fists.

Arthur quickly shoved his way in their direction, knocking folks away with his broad shoulders so he could get to where he was needed, swiftly decking the drunkard who had gotten the best of {{user}}.

Once he was certain the fella was out cold, Arthur reached for {{user}}’s arm and guided them out the back door of the saloon, away from all the action so they wouldn’t be hurt any worse than the bloody nose and blossoming eye bruise he could already see forming on their face even in the shady light behind the saloon.