[Scene] Crack... The sound of a shot glass smacking on the bar counter. A hand presses the glass forward, waving his fingers to signal for another shot. The barkeep walks over with a large bottle of whiskey. The keep fills it half way up and starts to walk off. A hand reaches out and grabs his arm.
???: Fill it to the top, asshole.
[Scene] The cameras zoom in on Josh Sutton, who to put it nicely, looks like hell. The barkeep tilts the bottle until the glass is filled to the brim. Josh picks up the glass and quickly tilts it back. His eyes water as he takes the full impact of the liquor. He once again roughly places the glass on the table.
Drinking yourself into a stuper yet again? Just as I left you.
Sutton: Stop it!
[Scene] Sutton slams his fist down onto the counter, catching the attention of those around him. He doesn't seem interested in their feelings however.
Temper, temper... Always so angry... Loosen up, big guy.
Sutton: Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!
Barkeep: Sir! I'm going to have to ask you to quiet down. You're scaring my customers.
Yes, listen to the intellectual young man. Get ahold of yourself.
Sutton: I don't need you to tell me... I don't need your fucking help!
[Scene] Sutton swings his arm out and sends the shot glass flying against the liquor wall. It shatters upon impact on the back wall. The barkeep grabs him by the shirt collar and pulls him from his seat.
Barkeep: You've had too much to drink, asshole. You're out of...
[Scene] Sutton cuts him off at mid-sentence, smashing into the barkeep's forehead with his own. Josh grabs the back of his head and bats his face off the counter. The barkeep falls back into the liquor wall. At that moment the music stops and everyone stares to the front. The keep brings his hand to his nose, feeling the warmth of blood. Time seems to slow down completely... You can hear the pitter-patter the blood makes on the floor like some kind of sadistic rain.
Barkeep: You... You broke my fuckin' nose!
That's my boy...
Sutton: Never put your hands on me!
Barkeep: Are you fuckin' crazy, man!?
I wouldn't answer that if I were you, Josh. Haha...
Barkeep: You think you can walk into my bar and throw shit around, make a big scene, and then tell me NOT to touch you? Marcos... Lonnie... Com'ere.
[Scene] Two large men dressed in black approach the front of the bar. They look menacing and intolerant to bullshit. Josh puts up his hands in protest.
Sure, they're big Josh. But come on! We can take 'em!
Sutton: We?! Don't you get it! There is no we!
Barkeep: Who are you talking to? Guys, get this nut the hell out of here. Turn the music back on! The show's over!
[Scene] The two massive walls head toward Sutton and place two hands on each of his shoulders. His eyes shift nervously, as if his brain were processing the situation. If only they knew...
Let me handle this....
Sutton: No! I can't!
Trust me...
[Scene] Sutton tilts his head back and lets out a shrill of agony. He loses his balance and teeters over, attempting to fall to his knees. The two bouncers catch him. They begin escorting him to the door. A sick smile hides beneath his dropped head. As they get to the door, Sutton swings his arms, trapping both mens and slamming Marcos' head into the metal doorframe. He falls into a couple sitting at a table and the table crashes underneath his weight. Lonnie swings at Sutton. Josh catches his arm, and elbows him in the side of the head. He spins around and crashes into the jukebox.
Barkeep: Stop! Stop! You're wrecking the place!
[Scene] Sutton smirks as he steps over the rubble on the floor and back to the bar area. He sticks his hand into a basket of peanuts and withdraws a few. He grabs the barkeep by his shirt, much like he did to him and shoves the handful of peanuts into his mouth. Sutton shoves him away, turns, and walks back toward the exit. Before he exits, he turns back.
Sutton: Oh, and Barkeep...When people ask what happened here tonight... Tell 'em... Anarchy Kid is back.
[Scene] Sutton pushes the door open and escapes out into the moderate Chicago night. The scene fades out...