It was just a normal night in the bar. The regulars were filtering in and out, nothing too batshit going on. Tommydski had cornered some unlucky and quite sloshed trollop and was charming her with stories of Sloan. She wasn't paying much attention but was entranced by his accent enough to go home with him a bit later on. Suddenly, a young man, 16 with a newly acquired fake ID burst in, acting just a bit too arrogant in his manner to have any real experience with alcohol. This boy, this Beast, sauntered up to the barkeep and loudly proclaimed a litany of boorish and obnoxious statements, as though he were already drunk, though he'd not seen a drop. The bar recoiled in disgust at the interloper. A quiet young man sitting nearby informed him that he was beign rude and obnoxious and to tone it down. In response, the Beast puffed his chest and shoved RedLion back, laughing derisively, mocking him.
not_r0bert_b0yle walked up to the man, telling him to back off. The Beast looked at him and sneered, "Was I talking to you?" The bouncer stepped in pushing b0yle aside to escort Beast from the building. As he was ejected, he laughed loudly that he had won, that he had gotten kicked out, just like he wanted. He had won.
As he laughed loudest, walking to the next bar, he knew the truth. In those empty streets, there was no victory, just the cold echo of his laughter, laughing back at him.
(No srsly, it'd be cool to ban now.)