"I'm tired, let's get out of here quickly!" I begged again, feeling truly odd. I was the one who wanted to go out, but now that he was having a great time, I was pestering to leave. It seemed like I was a real killjoy, but although I wanted some excitement, I could feel the danger here, so of course I was scared.
But he didn't answer me, and I didn't ask again, because our attention was drawn to a grating noise.
Looking in the direction of the sound, two bearded men were fighting for some reason, and a beer bottle thrown by someone had hit a blonde, muscular biker chick's head, making her bleed from the forehead, so her boyfriend, not caring about consequences, charged towards the direction from which the bottle had been thrown. Anyone he suspected of hurting his girlfriend felt the brunt of his drunken punches.