The definition of anarchistic hero

You sipped the rum and coke, peering over the rim of the cup as you spotted the couple down the way having more or less a lover's spat. It was surprising in two ways, really. The first, well, the mismatch between the two individuals was jarring to say the least. One looked to be almost twice the age of the other and, from the size disparity, it looked like it too. The second? Well, you had been able to expect the unexpected but to see it in person, in front of you, well, that was a different story.

You had never really seen a gay couple fight before. It wasn't really on the list of "top things I must see before I die of snu-snu" but here you go, two gay queens were going at it in the bar and the rest of the patrons were either trying to look away or pretending they were invisible. The point where it became an issue for you, though, was when the younger man was hit across the face by the older one. You almost started up out of your seat before the old man stormed off and left the younger one sunken, almost gloomy, as he turned and placed his head down on the table.

"More issues with guests?" you asked the bartender. The woman shook her head. "New guest then?"

"No, look at their bands. They're just visiting the property. I'd throw them off, really, or at least that big jackass."

You couldn't disagree with that sentiment but decided instead that there was just no discrimination in your hatred towards people using their power over others. Didn't matter if the victim was a bodybuilder, a philosopher, or a twink in this case. "Here, give this to the young man over there." You handed her a tip with it.

"What's this?"

"Call it a fruity warm-up. Trust me on this." He grabbed the pouch next to him and with that, he waited until the woman placed the drink in front of the young man. A few words and the man lifted his head and looked at you. The man looked down at the drink, namely the coaster underneath it, and when his eyes finished reading the small card you tucked in, he walked over and looked right at you. "Yes?"

"I'm in."