Alcohol, testosterone, ego and pride a volatile concoction of male energy that can just about start a fight anytime. Couple that with a birthday celebration equating to more booze, now we have a deadly brewery of testosterone driven territorial sensitivity.
What amazed me wasn't the fact of being caught in a scuffle it was the fact that with the way we have been drinking, why it had taken so long for a riot to break out?
Alcohol and male energy, a known composition since prehistoric times that can easily ignite a fight even in the most social environment. Our caucasian counterparts have been known to become quite rowdy when intoxicated. The asians however, pretty mild by caucasian standards. But if provoked it would be foolhardy to expect the typical Asian male to not react.
And so there we were, enjoying our bottle of Chivas in the inner sanctum of Zouk, the dance-floor a stone's throw away from our table and the crowds thoroughly enjoying themselves, generally a good night out. And then, the first spark.
A table across from us was occupied by some caucasians, a group of 2 ladies and 1 guy. I had noticed the group when we settled in, escalated speech, frowning faces, eyes darting around the dance-floor a sure sign of loathe for their current environment. I made a mental note not to provoke the group. Then some guy dancing between our tables accidentally bumped into their group sending the bottle of vodka crashing to the floor. In an act of protest the "Ang-Moh" guy hurled a handful of ice at the careless chap.
Alcohol, naturally fucks up your aiming, most of the ice-cubes completely missed their intended target and instead ended up hitting some of the girls in our group. This act of protest by the Ang-Moh was greeted with some degrees of discontentment from our group but after some heated exchange of words we decided to let the matter rest. This wasn't because we were afraid of him, even though he might think we are, we just didn't see the point of arguing with someone whose speech is slurred and quite possibly in need of a support just to be able to pee standing.
Note that our group was by no means "small", we had about 12 people in our group, all over the prescribed drinking limit, all pissed at this rowdy Ang-Moh and all ready to jump into action, girls included.
We breathed a sigh of relief when the maggot and his companions decided to leave. As he passed us he grabbed my cap and set it upon his oily scalp, not wanting to let my cap drown in oil i took it back while shoving him away. At this point the maggot was all smiles, an obvious sign of being drunk. He moved over to A and tried to mess with A's hair. A naturally wasn't going to let him succeed, everytime A shoved him aside he would continue smiling before trying again oblivious to the vulgarities spewing out of A's mouth.
By the sixth attempt D had had enough, i saw D going up to confront Mr. Drunk, i turned around for a sip from my glass, then i felt a violent shove from my back throwing the glass out of my hands and pinning my chest against the bar. I turned around to find a scuffle had broken out between Mr. Drunk and D, in the chaos i snuck a few punches at Mr. Drunk for making me spill my drink. Everyone started handing me their glasses, as i was closest to the table i instinctively laid them safely upon the table, i deserve a pat on the back for keeping the drinks safe.
The next moment i turned around, Mr. Drunk and D were on the floor rolling around trying to land punches on each other. Everyone was trying to break them up, stools and tables were getting toppled over, people were moving out of the way W and i were trying to pull D free. Y (a girl) was getting ready to get into the scuffle the bouncers were pushing through the crowds towards us. Everything erupted chaotically i no longer had any idea who was doing what.
Six bouncers managed to break the fight up CC (another girl) was standing between the fighters (now standing while being held by bouncers) arms spread out trying to keep them away from each other. Mr. Drunk made an attempt to charge at D breaking free from the bouncers and pushing CC to the ground. Amidst the struggle one of the bouncer got hit in the head pretty badly, now realizing who the aggressor was the bouncers charged at Mr. Drunk pinning him down while we were led outside.
D, X and me were now outside being interrogated by the head of security. The injured bouncer was led outside sometime later dazed and in a rage. W and CL came out sometime later to join us as Mr Drunk was being led out. W started hurling insults at Mr Drunk who retaliated with the following.
Mr Drunk: i shawww yeeuuuu innn thaee toilet earlier
W: I wasn't in the toilet!
Mr Drunk: Yeahhhhh, i shhawww yeuu there fixxing your hair like a fagggurttt
W: Whatever lah fuck
Mr Drunk: *mock fixing his hair in a gayly fashion*
W: *throws some racist insult that can't be mentioned*
Upon hearing W's insult Mr Drunk made a feeble attempt to charge before being pinned to the ground face-first by the bouncers.
Mr Drunk: Didtch you eear whatcch he said?
Bouncer: SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STAY HERE!!
Mr Drunk: Yuee're gonna letch him shay this to me?!
Bouncer: I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!!
*Bouncers prop him up and pins him in a corner*
At this point Mr Drunk started saying the smartest thing i ever heard.
Mr Drunk: Yeu guys go to the gym don'tch yeu?
Bouncers: *Stares in silence*
Mr Drunk: Yeah you mush, such big biceps
Bouncers: *Stares in silence, a little angrier now*
Mr Drunk: Why do yeu work out so much? Are you all gays?
If you've seen the bouncers in Zouk, you would know better than to piss them off. But when you're as drunk as this guy you feel like Hercules and Hercules has no fear.
An attempt to let the parties apologize nearly started a riot so the bouncers had no choice but to make us sit by the roadside while they pin Mr Drunk against the wall. We could still hear aggravated arguments between the bouncers and Mr Drunk from where we sat. Once in awhile Mr Drunk will make an attempt to charge one of the bouncers before being restrained violently.
An ambulance arrived for the injured bouncer followed by the police shortly after. Zouk's security had reviewed their surveillance tapes and cleared us of the scuffle, apparently statements taken from the onlookers concluded in our favor as well. Mr Drunk must have pissed a few people off, even his 2 female companions were nowhere to be seen. We also learnt that the worst thing you could do was to lay a finger on any of the bouncers. Something Mr Drunk should have been made aware of.
The police took our statements before letting us go taking Mr Drunk into their custody. So there we were, all 12 of us sitting by the roadside shellshocked and with the night irrevocably ruined. Well at least none of us sustained any serious injuries.
posted by Ken The Man at
