You realize that Harry needs your help, and while some of the students are beginning to look a little nervous about what's going on, it's pretty clear they're not going to stop their violent friend. Headache forgotten, you let loose a mighty warcry and charge into the group. Your reckless attack earns you a nice cut across the cheek as you smash into the attacker while he continues to flail about with the broken bottle, but you succeed in knocking him to the ground.
"Rich!" You hear one of the students behind you cry. "Get him Rich," yells another. Apparently they're not going to stop or help their comrade.
"Goddammit! Fucking fags are everywhere," spits Rich from underneath you. You glance quickly to his hand, afraid of getting stabbed, but realize that the bottle has skittered across the alley floor a ways, thankfully out of reach. This does not however, stop him from dealing a few blows to your head, and as you were never a fighter this assault causes you to black out on the alley floor...
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You come to inside the club, with both Harry and Jamie looking at you worriedly. The mountain of a bouncer has a huge bandage wrapped around his chest, but appears to be hale and hearty. Your head feels like it's inside a vice, but you're able to manage a smile. "Did you get the number of that truck?"
The two men burst into nervous laughter and hug you, Harry moving gingerly due to his injury, while Jamie embraces you strongly, his face nuzzling against your neck.
As they do, you notice Club XY's owner, your boss Stefan, standing behind them. He glances over to you from beneath his curly blond hair and nods his head and then walks away.
Your attention is wrested from Stefan as Jamie cuffs you gently aside your head. "Andrew, don't ever do anything that crazy again!" He chides. "What would have happened if Harry hadn't been there?"
"Aww, c'mon, it worked out, right?"
Harry raises an eyebrow and Jamie just stares at you incredulously.
"Speaking of, what happened to those assholes?" You ask.
"Once you knocked down that punk with the bottle, Jamie came out and shouted that he'd called the cops, and as if on cue there was a siren from down the street and they bolted," replied Harry. "We brought you in here and the boss patched you and me up while you were out."
You take a closer look at Harry's bandage and glance at Jamie. "Shouldn't he go to the hospital or something? I saw him get cut, and it looked pretty deep."
"That's what I said, but..." You both look at the bouncer and see that his face has turned pale and is stuck in a grimace. "Apparently that wasn't an option."
"I'll be fine, the boss knows his stuff, and Jamie's a good nurse," says Harry, grabbing playfully at Jamie's butt, "even if he was closer to fainting the than me the whole time." Jamie squeaks at this and glances at you, blushing furiously. You remember that Jamie has always has been uneasy at the sight of blood, and can easily imagine Harry's story being true.
"Well I think that's enough excitement for one evening," you say, grinning between the two of them. "I'm ready to
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