The fighting was great. There was plenty of yokels and they were all too stupid to give up even after so many of them had been taken out.

He could see Victor over at the counter chatting with the bartender and vaguely remembered doing this same thing with someone else. Hitting bars and having a brawl, then settling in for drinks after before the cops showed up.

He tried hard to picture who he'd been with but couldn't grasp the faint memory hard enough to make it clear. A stool cracking over the back of his head didn't help much and he turned, snagged the guy, and pitched him through a window.