Help!

With Brian still having pinned Mike to the ground, Grant decides he's going to help one of his best friends. He steps out from the crowd "Hey Brian, get the fuck outta here!" he yells to him and he brings his leg to give Brian a kick in the side of his ribs.

Direct Hit! "UUUUGHHH" Brian wheezes as he falls off Mike.

Grant grabs Mike's arm to help him to his feet. "You piece of shit!" Mike yells as he starts kicking Brian a handful more times "Now you fucked up dude!" he continues his kicks.

Grant pulls Mike back "Dude, that's enough."

Mike is huffing and puffing, he's furious. "He broke this god damn bottle on the back of my skull!"

"Hospital?" Grant questions

"Fuck that, I"ll just wrap it up." Mike responds.

Brian is now getting back on his feet, blood running out of his nose, his arm holding his ribs carefully. "Fuck you both. Fuck this party. Holly, let's fucking go" he walks over to Holly and grabs her arm.

Holly pulls her arm back "Just go" She whimpers "Brian, get out!"

"Fucking bitch!" he snaps at her "I've done so much for you and this is..."

SMASH

Another bottle smashes against the back of Brian's head and he falls to the ground instantly. "Payback, bitch!" Mike snorts

"Come on, let's go upstairs to where Tim keeps the First Aid Kit." Grant orders "Since you don't want to go to the hospital we'll just make sure there isn't any glass stuck in there and wrap it up."

"Safety first Grant" Mike snickers "Look at you, making sure I wrap up tonight." Mike nudges Grant in the arm "Too late!" he winks.