Some guys just spoil for a fight. They go looking for 'em, go into a bar or a game or a dance just to come out swinging, which, to Jack, sure seems like a waste of liquor and football and a dance floor, but there's just no reasoning with some folks.
He ain't exactly a fan of fighting, himself, so it's a good thing Michael's around, a thought that'll make him grin later on, as this rolls across his memory, considering how he'd been grateful for the man's attitude but confused by his presence.
His spot is between William and the asshole pushing him around; Michael's at his back, and Jack shoves at the guy's shoulder, none too gently, pushing him away from William and towards Michael.
"You're lookin for a fight, bud, I c'n see plenty a folks here a hell of a lot closer to your size. Or are you just the kinda cowardly snake goes after a boy half your age?"
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He ain't exactly a fan of fighting, himself, so it's a good thing Michael's around, a thought that'll make him grin later on, as this rolls across his memory, considering how he'd been grateful for the man's attitude but confused by his presence.
His spot is between William and the asshole pushing him around; Michael's at his back, and Jack shoves at the guy's shoulder, none too gently, pushing him away from William and towards Michael.
"You're lookin for a fight, bud, I c'n see plenty a folks here a hell of a lot closer to your size. Or are you just the kinda cowardly snake goes after a boy half your age?"