What had just been a nice conversation between him, Cherri Cola, and this stranger had quickly escalated into something terrible. Show Pony had said one tiny, little thing that the man disagreed with, and he had responded by insulting Pony’s mother.
And that was something he would not tolerate.
The killjoy wasn’t really one for violence, oh no, he generally preached for people to only use it in self defense, but the second a word was said about his mother all that preaching went out the window. She had been a good woman, a caring, loving, hardworking woman, and Pony wouldn’t sit around and let people insult his deceased kaasan.
He stood up and punched the stranger as hard as he could, right in the nose. He could feel in crunch under his fist, and the blood that got onto his hand was disgustingly warm.
Pony took in a hissing breath, mismatched eyes glaring with fury at the man. “Don’t you ever fucking say shit like that about my mother.”
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