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In Paris, Ernest Hemingway and James Joyce were drinking buddies. Joyce was thin and bespectacled; Hemingway was tall and strapping. When they went out Joyce would get drunk, pick a fight with a bigger guy in the bar, then hide behind Hemingway and yell, "Deal with him, Hemingway. Deal with him!"

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ANOTHER BARFIGHT MEME

Comment with your preferences in the header: would your character start the fight? are they stuck defending someone who absolutely does not deserve it? both? make it up and go bruise something.

PROMPTS
1. your mother was a hamster, and your father smelt of elderberries! — look, if you're going to pick fights in seedy bars, maybe find some better insults. nobody wants to take your bait, and the only person listening to you is laughing.
2. all elbows and knees — one of you bumped the wrong hulk today, and they ain't taking no apologies. time to make a friend defend your incredibly clumsy honor!
3. thief, thief! — everybody knows that the best way to get away with looting someone's pocket is to make sure they're distracted with a swift punch to the nose.
4. but it wasn't me, officer. . . — you didn't pick this fight. you don't know what's going on. none of that matters: doom is coming after you with tattooed knuckles, and your only hope is convincing someone amazingly reluctant to help.
5. we roll high. — who cares how the fight started? one of you's got cash riding on the outcome of this brawl and they don't care what they have to do to get that payout.
6. there's a bear in the bar. — you might be thinking, "what the hell is even happening in this meme?" that's because your priorities are wrong. forget logic. fight the bear.

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[she's known him for how long now? there are better things to be surprised about than Dante picking a bar fight. like the burly dude that seems to think sneaking up on him is a good idea while wielding a pool cue. bad idea.

draining her glass she turns to the bartender.]

I'll bet you the price of that bottle of scotch that he wins.

[top-shelf scotch is a worthy bet right?]

( long enough to know that things like this are so par for the course that they shouldn't even be a blip on the radar. really, lady, you should feel really bad for this poor asshole trying to sneak up on him with that pool cue, because even though he'd heard her making the bet and wants to comment on it, there are things that require his immediate attention.

like grabbing that pool cue and breaking it over the guy's head with so much ease that it should be disgusting. fighting shouldn't come this naturally to anyone. )

Hey, I heard that! ( and now he's aiming a nice punch right to the nose for good measure. ) I get a cut!

( priorities. )

[why else would she be hanging back? it's more fun (and usually much more interesting) to watch Dante pound the poor schmuck. she probably should but then again, if he was hammered enough not realize he was way out of his league here, she couldn't feel a great deal of sympathy.

her nose wrinkling a little at the sound of wood snapping.]

That was the point. [not that she doubted his ability to win in a room full of squishy humans.] But yeah sure you get a cut even if you lose.

[she'd bat her eyelashes at him if he weren't busy, so she'll just settle for a toothy grin as she moves out of the way as the big guy goes stumbling in her general direction.] You missed one.