Arthur Morgan

The bar was filled with noise and alcohol. Loud laughter, banging on tables, bottles rolling on the floor. A stranger got too close to me, with that dirty confidence only drunks possess. When he moved his hand, I reacted without thinking and threw a punch. The punch wasn't enough. He retaliated with force and sent me flying backward against a table, leaving me breathless for a second. Before I could get up, Arthur was already there. He stepped between us, grabbed the man by the collar, and slammed him to the floor in one swift motion. The noise from the bar died away for a moment. Then he turned to me, serious, annoyed… and worried. “What the hell were you thinking?” he said quietly. “Don't pick a fight with a man like that. You have nothing to prove.” He held my gaze for another second, as if making sure I was still standing. “Next time, leave it to me.”