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imposing barrier.
Apparently not imposing enough for the heavily inebriated. One of drunk #1’s cohorts swung at Eddie who easily ducked. Darian, behind him, didn’t see the swing coming until it almost landed. He moved enough to take it on the shoulder. As he spun, Darian swung his leg out wide to trip the guy.
As in, swung his le g wa y out. Not all of his friends were superheroes, and Joe didn’t want anyone — especially Tori’s brother — asking questions about strange things they thought they saw. He needed to stop thi s no w .
“No, guys, let’s just—” That was all he got out.
He ducked a punch and looked around for the girl. She was safely surrounded by the younger brothers and Mickey. Though Mickey was rolling up his sleeves.
He saw Bull pick up one of the drunks and haul him out of the room in a fireman’s carry. If there had been a snowbank, he was sure his friend would’ve happily dropped the guy into it. For all that Bull was huge and stronger than any normal man, he was a bit of a pacifist.
Not so for most of the rest of Joe’s friends, if prevailing activity counted for anything. One of his friends grinned as he ducked a punch and threw his own.
Joe turned to ask Carl to help him carry the drunkards outside. He walked right into a punch in the jaw. Ow. His strength came from absorbing the tensile strength of any metal he touched. Unfortunately, he wasn’t wearing any metal right now. So much for off-duty.
The moment of pain destroyed his good intentions. Joe grabbed the guy in a chokehold and pulled one of his arms behind his back till he cried out. Then he walked the guy out of the bar.
Well, Joe walked. Drunk #3 couldn’t quite keep his legs under him. The bar’s security man met Joe outside, giving Joe a brusque nod as he let the drunk fall to the ground.
By the time he walked back into the private room, the ruckus was mostly over. The unwanted company had been cleared out, and half of the guys were already eating again.
“Not even a spilled beer,” exclaimed one of Joe’s normal friends with a grin. “Happy bachelor party, old man!”
Joe couldn’t help but chuckle. He slapped his friend’s back and walked over to where the dancer stood. Stuart and Kevin were obviously enjoying assuring her of her safety. They looked a little googly-eyed, in fact.
“I’m sorry about that,” Joe said to her. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, thanks,” she said. “A little more exciting than I thought it would get, though. I heard you’re a preacher’s kid. I figured this would be tame.”
“You and your friends certainly know how to fight,” added Kevin.
Joe ran one hand through his hair, feeling a little embarrassed and not sure how to respond.
“Even preacher’s kids grow up to be strapping young men,” Stuart said to the girl.
He must’ve realized how ridiculous that sounded right after the words came out of his mouth. He turned red and struggled to say something else, anything else. “Pizza?”
The girl bit her lip, smiled, and shook her head.
“Really,” Joe said, thinking that sounded like a gentlemanly thing to offer, “can we buy you dinner? Get you something to drink?”
“Um,” she paused, looking around at the roomful of men yelling at TVs and eating and drinking with both hands. “Did you want me to finish?”
Joe smiled at her like he would have at one of his sisters’ friends. “That’s okay, you were great. Nice bit with the football rivalry.”
She nodded toward Joe’s friend, Tom, currently cheering on a play by the Irish. “Tom thought it would be funny.”
Before Joe could respond, Kevin spoke up. “You want to hang out and watch the game? There’s plenty of food.”
She paused, considering, and Joe was certain Kevin would be shut down. Then she shrugged and nodded. “Sure.”
She followed Kevin over to a pile of plates. Joe and Stuart watched for a moment as the two laughed at something, then looked up at the game and
Apparently not imposing enough for the heavily inebriated. One of drunk #1’s cohorts swung at Eddie who easily ducked. Darian, behind him, didn’t see the swing coming until it almost landed. He moved enough to take it on the shoulder. As he spun, Darian swung his leg out wide to trip the guy.
As in, swung his le g wa y out. Not all of his friends were superheroes, and Joe didn’t want anyone — especially Tori’s brother — asking questions about strange things they thought they saw. He needed to stop thi s no w .
“No, guys, let’s just—” That was all he got out.
He ducked a punch and looked around for the girl. She was safely surrounded by the younger brothers and Mickey. Though Mickey was rolling up his sleeves.
He saw Bull pick up one of the drunks and haul him out of the room in a fireman’s carry. If there had been a snowbank, he was sure his friend would’ve happily dropped the guy into it. For all that Bull was huge and stronger than any normal man, he was a bit of a pacifist.
Not so for most of the rest of Joe’s friends, if prevailing activity counted for anything. One of his friends grinned as he ducked a punch and threw his own.
Joe turned to ask Carl to help him carry the drunkards outside. He walked right into a punch in the jaw. Ow. His strength came from absorbing the tensile strength of any metal he touched. Unfortunately, he wasn’t wearing any metal right now. So much for off-duty.
The moment of pain destroyed his good intentions. Joe grabbed the guy in a chokehold and pulled one of his arms behind his back till he cried out. Then he walked the guy out of the bar.
Well, Joe walked. Drunk #3 couldn’t quite keep his legs under him. The bar’s security man met Joe outside, giving Joe a brusque nod as he let the drunk fall to the ground.
By the time he walked back into the private room, the ruckus was mostly over. The unwanted company had been cleared out, and half of the guys were already eating again.
“Not even a spilled beer,” exclaimed one of Joe’s normal friends with a grin. “Happy bachelor party, old man!”
Joe couldn’t help but chuckle. He slapped his friend’s back and walked over to where the dancer stood. Stuart and Kevin were obviously enjoying assuring her of her safety. They looked a little googly-eyed, in fact.
“I’m sorry about that,” Joe said to her. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, thanks,” she said. “A little more exciting than I thought it would get, though. I heard you’re a preacher’s kid. I figured this would be tame.”
“You and your friends certainly know how to fight,” added Kevin.
Joe ran one hand through his hair, feeling a little embarrassed and not sure how to respond.
“Even preacher’s kids grow up to be strapping young men,” Stuart said to the girl.
He must’ve realized how ridiculous that sounded right after the words came out of his mouth. He turned red and struggled to say something else, anything else. “Pizza?”
The girl bit her lip, smiled, and shook her head.
“Really,” Joe said, thinking that sounded like a gentlemanly thing to offer, “can we buy you dinner? Get you something to drink?”
“Um,” she paused, looking around at the roomful of men yelling at TVs and eating and drinking with both hands. “Did you want me to finish?”
Joe smiled at her like he would have at one of his sisters’ friends. “That’s okay, you were great. Nice bit with the football rivalry.”
She nodded toward Joe’s friend, Tom, currently cheering on a play by the Irish. “Tom thought it would be funny.”
Before Joe could respond, Kevin spoke up. “You want to hang out and watch the game? There’s plenty of food.”
She paused, considering, and Joe was certain Kevin would be shut down. Then she shrugged and nodded. “Sure.”
She followed Kevin over to a pile of plates. Joe and Stuart watched for a moment as the two laughed at something, then looked up at the game and
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