Jolly C-men

I have ear plugs in my ears that are connecting me and the sounds of Led Zeppelin coming from my fancy high-tech phone. I stand on the doorstep of my shop and I look at the people sitting in front of the fast food next door to my right. Can't hear a word they're saying. Lucky me.
They're the local drunks. Every day when I'm at work, AM or PM . Doesn't matter, they are around. On the left of my shop is the naval club. They are all members. I guess...
The other day this big fucking security guard-dumb mafia tough guy asshole got pretty drunk and started giving shit to his, as I understood, ex-boss. In between the shit giving he was telling him how he misses him and working with him. It was pretty weird actually.
Anyway, my main concern was Daisy. She was about come and that took in consideration that she'd have to pass the asshole. I'm a pussy when it comes to fighting, although, when I think about it, I've never had a chance to prove my bravery
in that kind of situation, anyway. Not to mention the serious lack of experience in the same situation.
Anyway, as you could have guessed, I was forced to throw-down. His big mouth and his syphilitic cock couldn't resist the urge of construction-worker-like comments. I protested, he molested. Got into my face and got my forehead into his nose. He staggered a few steps back. I waited to see how much persistence he's got in him. I wondered if he'd get pissed or get thrown out of the fighting mood. He stopped and with his head down he felt his nose with his hands. Whipped some blood of and let out a growling "urgghhh." Raised his head, looked at me, looked at Daisy. Raising one of my eyebrows I asked: "How much do you really want her?"
He didn't respond. At least not with anything articulate. He jumped towards me and got me hammered to a wall. I got a punch or two to my gut and as his fist raced towards my face I tilted my head to the side so the wall behind me got a little bruise.
He screamed in pain grabbing his broken fist. I'm a "don't hit a man when he's down" kinda guy, but he wasn't down. I just grabbed his broken nose and twisted it from side to side and eventually thrust my knee in his gut. That got him down and out.
A pretty big crowd had formed a circle soon after the first punch and, needless to say, I got a lot of beers. He wasn't the most loved club member so, yeah...
Daisy is a hippie. She usually isn't into the whole fighting thing. Shit, neither am I, but I already said that. You might be wondering what happened to the whole lack-of-experience thing. Well, it's her...