Yep, he's done for the night.

You stand there for a second longer to make sure that Hank doesn't get up again, but all he is doing is laying flat on his back, holding his nose, which is bleeding profusely.

Tommy Lang walks over, "Okay, John I think he's had enough."

"You ain't just whistling Dixie, that's for sure. Maybe next time he gets in a relationship he won't try and own the person in question." You answer as you turn away from the waste of space that is Hank.

You step back into the bar, where Doe is waiting for you, a worried expression on her face. "Is...is he alive? I saw what he did and I was so worried that you wouldn't keep yourself in control, and...he's alive right?"

"Of course, he has a broken nose but he should be alright." You answer your love.

"Good. You aren't hurt are you? Oh, please don't be hurt. I plan on trying for another kid tonight...if you get my drift." She says, the last directly into your ear as she hugs you.

"I think we should try and try again tonight. Let's go home."