PFC Anthony Barresi stood up. "What the fuck did you call me?"
The band stopped playing and the patrons stopped what they were doing. The attention of everyone in the club was drawn to the two men that had stood up and faced each other.
Pvt. Noland apologized even as he stood up, "Your right, I shouldn't have called you an idiot." He saw the smug look on Tony's face and could feel the gaze of everyone in the room. "I should have called you a FUCKING IDIOT!"
The two men attacked each other! Fists connected, insults were thrown and nearby table and chairs were knocked over or pushed away! Women screamed and the men with them just tried to get themselves and their dates out of the way!
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The bartender immediately grabbed his cell phone and speed dialed the shore patrol.
"Shore patrol, petty officer Kegler," the voice at the other end proclaimed that the bartender had reached the help he needed.
"This is Richard Colton, the bartender at the Empire Club. I'm going to need help!"
"We're on the way."
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Anthony threw Noland onto a table. With a loud groan, it immediately collapsed. Hurt but hardly out of the fight Noland kicked at Anthony's legs.
Anthony wasn't prepared for the other man to have recovered so quickly. He lost his balance hitting the floor hard.
Noland jumped on top and started flailing his fists at every part of Anthony that he could!
After being hit several times Anthony pushed the little jerk off of him. He got to his feet, grabbed Noland's shirt, threw him onto the floor and started beating him!
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Dan and James were two of the shore patrol on duty that night and raced to the Empire Club. They would check out what was happening and call in if they needed help. They entered just as the big marine jumped on top of the smaller one. It was obvious that they were both marines, their haircuts were a dead giveaway.
"Jim, you take the one on the bottom, I'll get the one on top!" They both raced in to break up the fight. Dan circled around and approached the man on top from the back. As he got nearer, Dan sized him up. The marine was a big burley man with plenty of muscles showing. Why on earth would the other guy, who was much smaller, antagonize him? The larger marine was a good 6' 5" and probably weighed in at 250 pounds while the other one was probably less than 6' and only about 180 pounds soaking wet.
Dan whipped out his baton. Coming from the back he put it under the big marine's neck. With his baton under his man's chin, he gently pulled up and back. They were trained to never hit someone in the head with the baton, it could kill them. If you had to use it, you would poke them with the end of it into their stomach. That would make them bend over and you could grab them by the head. His placing the baton under the marine's neck had the same affect. If you controlled their head you controlled their body.
Anthony was so intent on kicking the shit out of Noland that he hadn't realized the shore patrol was in the fight with them. Unable to resist the force of the baton, he got to his feet.
As the man stood, Dan immediately removed the baton and backed off.
Anthony whipped around still wanting to kick someone's butt.
Dan had recognized the marine and not because of his size, big marines were not that uncommon. "Tony, what the hell are you doing?"
Tony looked into the face of the sailor that had pulled his butt out of trouble many times, and not once had him arrested. He immediately calmed down, "Sorry Petty Officer Grodin."
He looked over and saw that Jim had the other one taken care of. The two marines didn't look to bad considering they had just tried to beat the crap out of each other.
Dan pointed to some chairs, "Sit down you two." He then used his phone to take pictures of the damage to the club. He walked over to the bartender and sat his cell phone on the bar, "He stated his name and rank using his identification as Shore Patrol. He had the bartender give his name and the nightclubs name and address, then had him tell what had happened.
While this was being done, Jim held out his hand to both men, "Come on, you know the drill." Both marines surrendered their identification. Jim then led them out to their car placing them in the back seat. "You two be nice and I won't put the cuffs on you. He stood outside of the car to wait for Dan.
Having gotten everything he needed for his report, Dan shook the bartender's hand. "I'll have the marines contact you about the damage."
Richard was used to it. Being in walking distance of a naval base with a large number of sailors and marines as your number one customer, there was hardly a night when there wasn't some sort of problem. He always tried to have the shore patrol handle these things if he could. Everyone lost if he had to call the cops. The men went to jail and the club got bad publicity.
Dan and Jim drove the two marines to the Marine Officer on duty, Second Lieutenant Jackie Woodridge.
Jackie looked up from her training manual. She had been studying to further her career by getting into nursing. She recognized one of the sailors but not the Marines.
Jim stayed with the prisoners while Dan addressed the Marine Officer. He stood at attention and snapped off a salute. "STG1 Danial Grodin, shore patrol, Lieutenant Woodridge." He couldn't help but notice that her breasts were pushing against her uniform shirt making the material strain to keep them contained. She had her hair tucked under her hat but that only seemed to accent her hazel eyes.
Returning the salute, she glanced over at the marines and exploded! "Get to attention marines!" Both PFC Anthony Barresi and PVT Noland Risdon went rigid, staring straight ahead. She turned back toward the petty officer. "What are the charges this time petty officer Grodin?"
"Article 134, disorderly conduct," Dan turned over the marine's I.D. cards, "Fighting in public. Minor damage to the Empire Club which they are willing to have handled out of court so long as the damages are paid for." Taking his cell phone out, he laid it on the desk in front of the officer showing the damage and then played the interview with the club bartender. "I'll file a report on this when I get back to headquarters. I'll make sure a copy is sent here."
"These two didn't seem to need any medical attention except maybe a Band-Aid or two, so we brought them here."
The lieutenant sighed and nodded. "Private First Class Barresi, Private Risdon you are lucky that it was Petty officer Grodin doing this, but that just puts you on a long list. I'd say a large portion of the marines on this base owe him for their rank still being attached. Is there anything you would like to say to the petty officer?"
Both marines said thank you to him.
Dan just smiled, "Not a problem guys, we're all on the same team."
