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The drunk guys seemed to all be in fetal position laying on the ground, too incapacitated (inebriated, maybe?) to even get up. Zach felt no pity in leaving them in pain in the wet alleyway, out in the open, it's there fault for getting hammered if they thought what they were doing was a good idea. Now don't get me wrong, Zach loves getting wasted as much as the next guy, but he has limits.

He made his way back into the bar. He looked over at the bartender whom he was arguing with earlier, who seemed to be arguing with someone else now. "Bro, you gotta start cutting people off," he spoke to the Bartender, who just shrugged, not really caring to ask what he was talking about or what went on out there. Zach walked over and stood next to Dayton. He couldn't help but smile and chuckle a little when one of the girls made a joke about her Tae Kwon Do. "Yeah, we definitely wouldn't have wanted you to kill them or anything with your deadly skills."