I arrived at the bar promptly. I rushed in, and froze as I tried to take in what was happening in front of me. Ryder stood there, pummeling some man with an already bloody face while Trent piggybacked on his back to no avail. All the other patrons to the bar were either staring with wide eyes, while some were knocked out with bruises and injuries, and the bartender was on the phone with someone- probably with the police.
Trent cried out the minute he spotted me, “Xavier! Help me get Ryder off him!”
I sprung into action, grabbing Ryder’s arm he had been using to punch the stranger, and pulled him away. He slurred a protest, but with the somewhat loud music of the bar and murmurs from the crowd, I could barely hear it.
Ryder seemed to trip over himself, weighing on me for support. Trent w
