The drunk guy stumbled back a few steps, fell backward, landed spread-eagle and slid a foot or two before coming to a stop. Wayne was glad to hear him moaning in pain, as it meant he wasn’t dead. Within what seemed like just a few seconds, three or four bartenders and two bouncers were right there. The two bouncers grabbed Wayne by the arms while the bartenders tended to the drunk. One of the bartenders called on his radio, “Yeah, we need Dallas PD and EMS here. Twenty-something year old male punched in the face. Significant bleeding.”
The bartenders were trying to get the drunk to sit up. He was crying, “Oh my gawd,” over and over and holding his nose. One of the bartenders gave him a large bar towel to try to stop the bleeding.
The first bouncer, Ray, walked up to Wayne and said, “I th
