Benji was minding his own business.
He was not on call; he had had a terrible day at work; he technically had no responsibility to intervene with public drunkenness when he was not at work. Of course, once fists were flying, he no longer had that excuse. Benji finished his pint, put down the glass, and pushed himself out of his seat in a series of swift motions - and ran to grab the running violence-doer.
Benji jumped over the fallen man on his way, and grabbed onto the end of the drunkard's coat. "A hand?" he asked the pub at large.
He wished he'd minded his own business.
He was not on call; he had had a terrible day at work; he technically had no responsibility to intervene with public drunkenness when he was not at work. Of course, once fists were flying, he no longer had that excuse. Benji finished his pint, put down the glass, and pushed himself out of his seat in a series of swift motions - and ran to grab the running violence-doer.
Benji jumped over the fallen man on his way, and grabbed onto the end of the drunkard's coat. "A hand?" he asked the pub at large.
He wished he'd minded his own business.