This scene comes before the concert. I don’t know about other writers, but when a scene like the concert hits me I write it and then go back to where I was, which is how I wrote about a concert before even writing about Puddles and Whiskers and Acid Chamber. 🙂
More Work Than Expected
“Duck Chuck!” Puddles shouted, dodging a poorly thrown punch from some Acid Chamber fan in the bar.
Chuck ducked, fell on his rear, and began to back pedal away from the fight as a chair thrown from somewhere sailed overhead. Back against a wall, Chuck kneeled and took in the scene. Puddles fighting against at three different fans, all wearing Acid Chamber faux leather jackets with concert dates on the back. She kicked one in the knee, slamming his head against the bar and taking a shot to the chest for her efforts from one of the other two.
She was fine, Chuck thought. Looking for the clients, someone large slammed into Chuck causing both of them to stumble. A third jumped onto both of them swinging wildly, clipping Chuck across his left ear. A bottle or glass shattered near his head splashing all of them in drink and glass. Everyone rolled off Chuck, taking a breath; he stood up and began kicking both of them.
“What is wrong with you people!”
Puddles rolled with a punch to her face, snapped a quick chop followed with a knee to the ribs to another fan. How many fans were in this bar, she wondered for a second, before dodging down the bar. And where was Whiskers?
“I see what you mean,” Whiskers replied to Onhomgha or Blaster, lead singer of Acid Chamber.
“Just another night out with Acid Chamber,” he shouted.
Glancing at his watch, Whisker said, “Perhaps we should get you out of here. Your car has arrived.”
“No way! I want to see what you guys can do for me,” Onhomgha replied eyes on Puddles and Chuck.
“I see. Stay here,” Whisker commanded.
“Get ‘em Chuck!” Puddles yelled.
Leaping off a table Chuck landed on top of two fans dropping both them to the floor. Rolling with his leap, Chuck snapped off a sharp kick to the face knocking one of the fans out. The other stood up as Chuck did, flexing his arms he took a well-known gromathi fighting stance.
“Had some training?” Chuck asked sarcastically, “Don’t throw the ni-ghar and follow with a spinning sutohat.”
A brief flash of confusion on the fan’s face; Chuck struck punching the fan square in the nose. The crunch of bone and splatter of blood. However, instead of falling the fan’s eyes looked down Chuck’s arm, pure rage. With a single step, the fan picked up Chuck over his head.
Leaning against the bar, the last of her fans out cold under her feet, wiping blood off her fur with a towel, Puddles shouted with a laugh, “What are you doing Chuck?”
Whiskers stepped up to the fan’s back, jammed the stun rod into his ribs and held the button down. As expected, the fan fell down, Chuck landing on top of him. Rolling off the fan, Chuck gave him two kicks to the ribs before looking around.
“That is how we handle things,” Whiskers said to Blaster.
“Not bad. Night is still young, let’s go.”