[PTL Game] Nick, Julia: Bar

[julia walker]

Nick heard someone or something hit the table along with a curse. He turned around quickly and saw that Julia was down on one knee, looking dazed and she was bleeding. Could it get any worse?  He went over and down beside her. "Julia..."  Ring Ring! Oh perfect timing for someone to be calling...oh well they can wait...or not..."This really isn't a good time." he said to whoever was on the other end of the connection.     She touched her forehead and looked at her fingertips and then looked up at Nick as his cell phone rang of all things.  She started to laugh at the cosmic joke there but quickly sobered as she spotted someone coming up behind him to take a sucker shot --   "All right, that's enough!"  the bartender finally made it over to them, glaring angrily at the punks that had started the fight before looking at Nick and nodding at Julia "Why don't you take her to go get her checked out, Boyle.  I would have been here sooner but a couple of these punks' friends decided to try and take up my time."   The man looked like an older version of Popeye, squint and all, but he didn't need the can of spinach to already look like he could kick ass.  Julia thought this and started to chuckle again, only to groan as it jostled her head.   "Out and don't come back.. or I'll make sure each and every one of you walk out of here needing a paramedic's help in removing the cue sticks from your backsides. Now GET!"   They cleared out pretty quick and Julia nodded at the phone in Nick's hand for him to see who it was, at the same time grinning sheepishly and touching the corner of his mouth where another jerk had gotten in a lucky punch.   "You two need any help?" The bartender asked, wondering if he should call an ambulance, to which Julia opted to wave off -- not trusting shaking her head at the moment.   "I won that game." she teased Nick in a low tone so he could talk to whoever it was that had called  "But you can drive back home."   Boy did they make a pair there on the floor.