Don't fuck with Medusa's
After being bored for a majority of his shift things have finally started to liven up at Medusa's. Music is loud, people are dancing and if your to close to the dance floor. You can barely hear yourself think. As Eirik was doing his rounds he noticed a young woman being harassed by a large older gentlemen. If you could even call a man like that a gentlemen. At first Eirik was just keeping an eye on the situation until he saw the young lady lose her patience. An tell the older man off. Witch cause the older man to slam his hands down on the table. Calling the women a Bitch. That was when Eirik decided enough was enough.
"Excuse me Sir, everybody has had a lil to much to drink. Why don't we call it a night?" Eirik explained calmly, trying to peacefully defuse the situation. Only problem was this man was not interested in a peaceful resolution. As he explained that he wasn't scared of Eirik or his size because he was a golden gloves champion. And if he didn't get out of his face. The man was going to personally going to show Eirik. "Golden Gloves, Impressive." He said with a nod. "Only problem with boxing is....theirs to many rules" was the last thing he said before his assault. "Now it's either get out, or be dragged out" Now turning to the young lady. "Sorry I didn't intervene sooner." Eirik apologized before escorting the now dazed man out the bar.











