Patton Lee Beaugus | December 24, 2010 MidnightSilent Night Big Barfight
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The jukebox was playing "Silent Night." It was anything but.“Don’t give up,” yelled Molly seeing the mass of bodies between the back door and the front door. “It’s just reality trying to readjust itself. Maybe can still do it.”
"Maybe I can play center in the NBA." If Vinnie wasn't so short I'd have punched him out right then and there.
At first, the partyMob tried pushing their way thru the Yuppie mob. The arrogant yups didn't move. When your Christmas bonus is more than 62 working-class people make in a year, you don't move out of the way for members of the underclasses.
I was kinda surprised the PartyMob didn't pull their guns and shoot their way out. I had no idea if gunning down yuppie metrosexuals was beneath their dignity, or if they were afraid the shots would scare off Santa.
It was a madhouse. The gang punched and kicked and gouged their way inch by inch thru the crowded bar of Christmas Eve yuppie drunks who were hitting us with their designer bags. I even got a Guicci in the eye.It was slow slogging. Like Fate was still fighting against us. And still winning.
The Buddabings wouldn't give up. They fought like like Tasmanian devils to win their through to the front door. It was that or be trapped forever in Hell's Kitchen, which I must say, is a fate I don't recommend, even to those getting food stamps and Medicaid.
Molly used her Tai Kwon Do to put away six or seven of them. Vinnie smashed more of them in the knees. Louie was lifting people up like empty beer kegs and tossing them over the bar. HiTone kicked butt with his ballbat in one hand and his weedwacker in the other.
Finally, only Kennedy and the ex-Westies stood between the PartyMob and the door. But these guys were not drunken Yuppie Metrosexuals. These guys were raised in the toughest neigborhood in New York. They wouldn't go down easy.
I thought for sure that now the guns would come out.
I had thought the rest of the gang was tough until I saw D'Oliya with a bar stool, clearing the final path to the old Westies.
She didn't back down. She lifted the stool and damn if her breasts didn't make a cameo appearance.
This seemed to stun the Westies. And we pushed past the the slack jawed Irishmen, we encountered no resistance.
As we stumbled out the front door, Molly pulled her gun out of her boot, and shot the giant ceramic Pig who was the last one trying to stop us. Six times in the legs, which fell right off.
Was it a crime to shoot the legs off a ceramic pig? I didn't know.
Now we could hear Santa above us over the sound of wind and snow. “Ho Ho Ho!"
