We stumbled oot o' Rob’s apartment 'n' stairted doon th' street towards th' pub, creating a ruckus th' hail wey thare. Wance we wur ootdoors, Murph 'n' Eric finished thair butts 'n' we clamored intae th' pub. Th' dimly lit place seemed lik' a hame awa' frae hame fur us. We’ve bin comin' 'ere fur ferr some time 'n' maist o' th' regulars knew us by name, alang wi' Murph’s cousin, wha wis th' owner.

We a' grabbed a pint 'n' a shot o' whiskey, slammed th' shots, 'n' waint ower tae oor usual table tae drink oor pints. Efter a few mair rounds o' this we wur a' spread aboot th' bar. Murph 'n' Rob wur ower by th' snooker table playing a gam, 'n' Eric 'n' ah wur tossing darts. Ah wis kicking his ass. He stairted tae git pissed at th' absolute thrashin’ ah wis giving him 'n' stairted giving me shit fur al' kinds o' stuff. Weel, efter a couple mair drinks ah wis guid 'n' knackered up. Ye cuid likelie jalouse whit happened neist or mibbe naw. Ah stairted getting fed up wi' his crap 'n' frae thare th' liquor teuk ower. Ah tossed a few choice words aboot his mom his wey, he tossed a few back aboot mah freish lady friend, 'n' frae thare it escalated intae a all oot blown wrestling match around th' bar. Afore a'body cuid stop us, we barreled intae a few tables 'n' bar stools, knocking thaim ower, alang wi' pint glasses 'n' bottles, a' o' thaim smashing around us. Th' skirmish encouraged Murph 'n' Rob tae come see whit wis gaun oan, thay stairted laughing thair asses aff at us 'til we barreled intae Murph wha's pint gaed a' ower him. He didn’t tak' a liking tae that 'n' th' neist thing ye ken he wis trying tae tak' baith o' us oan. Frae thare, it gaed further downhill 'n' turned intae an a' oot brawl atween al' o' us.

Efter ah git thrown oan th' ground, ah stood back up near th' bar. Murph 'n' Eric wur aye gaun at it 'n' Eric git th' upper haun 'n' shoved Murph back intae me. Ah flung mah arm back tae grab th' bar tae bade up 'n' in that motion smacked a pint gless sae hard it flew o'er th' bar 'n' smashed intae th' gless tap shelf o' th' bar. Th' shelf smashed, alang wi' th' bar mirror behind it, 'n' wi' th' shelf, doon cam th' expensive whiskey bottles. Shyte. That made us stop, that 'n' Murph’s cousin holding th' wooden club he keeps behind th' bar fur instances lik' this. Whin a' wis said 'n' dane we owed a hefty bar tab, alang wi' paying fur th' shelf, mirror, 'n' bottles o' whiskey. We weren’t allowed back fur awhile haha. Murph’s cousin said he’d beat th' shyte oot o' us if we cam within ten feet o' th' pub.