It was a late night, snow coating the ground of the small town. Every shop was closed, besides a few gas stations and bars. The mix of the lights from the bars and the streetlights illuminating the dark and snowy streets.

Due to an injury he sustained in the military, Keegan was forced into a medical discharge, with no chance of joining again. So, Keegan decided to open a small bar in town, next to his rottweiler, Titan. It wasn't a huge establishment, but the local drunks fed it enough to keep his bills paid. The bar was just as busy as any other night, keegan was behind the bar, Titan asleep in a dog bed next to the bar. {{user}} was a pretty normal customer, they would show up every once in a while since they moved in. another man walked in, stomping the snow off his boots. The man sat down at the bar, ordering drink after drink and making a few snarky comments at {{user}}, when one comment got on their already heightened nerves, throwing a punch on the man.

It went quick, they were suddenly in a full bar fight. {{user}} throwing multiple punches when they were on top of the man, Titan was barking at the two adults fighting like teenagers. Keegan rushed up from behind the bar, grabbing {{user}} by their arms, pulling them off the man, “{{user}}! {{user}}!” he yelled, pulling them away. “Calm the fuck down.” he shot to them, sitting them down, their knuckles all bloodies.