So the fights done and dusted.
the andrenaline was pumping and its all become a blur.
like every incident that happens - everything is disected and analysed - what happened to who and why.
the head doorman comes over. Immy. fucking hell. thanks for that really i mean it. i thought he was gonna get to me then, if you hadnt pulled him down when you did.
ah no probs its my job. then he speaks to a few more people. the bar manager who grabbed the bottle, the other door lads and other bystanders. he finds out that the guy who i took down was about to swing at him with a bottle. Ceryl knows that he wouldnt have been able to defend himself. he was unbalanced and would never have stopped the bottle coming.
it sinks in that i did him a huge favour by doing that. so for the rest of the night its thanks immy again and again. a bottle to head isnt nice normally let alone in a fight.
today i went in. the thanks were still there. i would've been really messed up for christmas if it wasnt for you. turns out he "made" some money last night aswell. dont know how exactly. i think the bar owner gave him extra cash for making sure mad friday was a successful one. thats what he said anyway. so he hands me an envelope with £27.50 in it. All the doormen have got the same i made sure of that and i've got you a christmas card too. wtf?
then steve the bar owner comes up - in his irish accent - alright imran son hows you doing?
i walk away but cant help thinking - this was all to do with last night.
one moment of instinct
and now its all changed.
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