There Will Be Blood

The DJ came over and told me that someone threw cutlery at the guy dancing by himself on the dance floor. Or at least the guy dancing by himself asked the DJ if he threw cutlery at him. Assuming it was the group of 5 guys sitting by the dance floor, if it had happened at all, I wandered over and asked them to never ever throw cutlery at anyone again. They agreed that that was a good idea.

I should have just kicked them out.

All night long James and I were watching these guys. They just felt like trouble. No reason, nothing glaring, but something. Later, Sanj called me over, said that there were just too many rowdy guys on the dance floor. I stationed our biggest guy right on the dance floor overlooking the group of guys. Sanj was just to the side and I stood right where everyone could see me. James was overlooking things from just off the door. There was no doubt what we were doing. I achieved what I wanted, the dance floor thinned out. I was walking away when I saw Sanj rush to hold a guy back. Andrew was dragging another guy away. Something must have happened. Andrew let the guy go and let me take over. I let the guy grab his red hoodie and I walked him out, his buddies in tow. Great, no problems.


What I didn't know was James had kicked out another guy who had been egging the first group of guys on. This dude and his friend were outside standing by the door smoking. The group of 5 were getting into a cab when suddenly one of them came flying over and punched the smart ass dude in the face. We peeled everyone apart but this one guy just couldnt' let it go. He kept accusing the smart ass and his friend of smirking at them. They weren't smirking, they were scared. I told them to leave. They wouldn't. They just stood there. Stupidly.

We held the group of 5 back until suddenly it all broke lose. Someone grabbed Andrew in a head lock, James pulled him off and threw him onto the hood of a taxi. I dragged some guy back wards onto his back, and told him not to get up. Strangely he obliged. Red Hoodie attacked Andrew who clubbed him in the face and grabbed ahold of him. Suddenly, some other dude, who wasn't involved in any of this reached over Andrew and punched Red Hoodie in the face. Now we were holding back people from different groups who were all trying to get in on the action. I don't know how it happened but I grabbed Red Hoodie and dragged him away, literally across the ground about 4 feet. A trail of blood followed him. Whoever punched him broke his nose bad. He looked like an extra from the walking dead.

That seemed to end it I think. Sanj had called the cops, or gotten the manager to. Andrew's shirt was torn half off. For some reason the asshole who started the whole thing thought Andrew should donate his shirt to Red Hoodie's bleeding face because it was torn. Why the sweet fuck we should care about his well being is beyond me. Personally, if I found out tomorrow morning that the guy bled to death I wouldn't lose too much sleep over it. (Ok, maybe not to death, but something close to it maybe). We gave them some bar towels to clean up because the cabbies wouldn't take them otherwise.

this is what I looked like last night

They stood outside stupidly for about 5 minutes until the first cop car arrived. The scrambled to get in and away but the cops just stopped the cab and dragged them out. The interviewed them and sent them away. I asked what they'd had to say for themselves and the cop told me that they were being assholes. Turns out they're from Toronto. Go figure.

The other two guys still hadn't left. Turns out they were french and that was part of the reason they were targeted. The cops spoke to them and eventually got them to leave.

In the end it took three of  us and  4 big buckets of water and a considerable amount of scrubbing to get all the blood off the sidewalk. Other than that it was a peaceful evening. I love long weekends.