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*Luke notices the attention of the server girl and sends her a friendly smile. Well alright. No sense in burning any bridges he's got.*

*When he see Piero struggling with Bartolo, Luke gets up and goes over to them. He gets on the other side of Bartolo and he helps Piero out, even though he's certain Melliandra doesn't need it.*

*Create a distraction while -she- procures transportation? Luke runs after them, but again 'Bartolo' shouts at him and shoves him away. He stands there and thinks: ********. Now she's leaving him here?!*

*Luke wants nothing more than to follow them, but something tells him that wasn’t going to fly. Melliandra's not drunk and like hell she needs help procuring transportation.*

*He reluctantly turns back to the bar. She wanted a distraction, and if she didn't get one, she wasn't going to give him what he wanted. Luke didn't want to hurt anyone or have anything happen to HIM either, but ... The more plans he thought up and rejected .... The more he realizes that that doesn't look like a option.*

*Luke slings back half his drink to get some liquid courage. Luke was in the middle of forming a plan which involved the girl from before and a man making eyes at her… when a short, burly man gets up from his chair. ‘Blackbeard’ staggers a little and passes by several patrons at the bar.*

*Luke siiighs, sizes up in the patrons around him, and takes his chance. Facing the bar, Luke leans back his foot. The drunkard’s foot hooked onto his and with a cry of surprise, the man fell smack down on his face.*

*The bar erupted into laughter. Within a second, Luke jumps up and grabs a shorter young man standing next to him at the bar. Luke pushes the man to where he had been standing. Beside him, Blackbeard curses and starts to stir up to his feet. The bar's laughter continues and Luke points to Shakespeare accusingly.* “Hey, a*****e! What the ******** was that for?!"

*Blackbeard rises to his feet, and he looks none too pleased. Before Shakespeare has a chance to explain himself, Blackbeard curses loudly and shoves the man backwards.*

*s**t.*

*Luke ducks in the nick of time just as a man swings a fist in his direction. He misses and the man almost loses his balance. Luke slams his shoulder into Shakespeare, tackling him -- in perfect timing -- right into Blackbeard, just as the burly man rises back up to his feet.*

*Luke barks a weak laugh born of pure relief, as the two men continue to brawl.*

*Maybe he can hear the angry breathing of the man behind him, or maybe sense that someone's coming his way, either way Luke turns around, to find the bartender closing in on him.*

*Luke jolts, but the bartender reaches out, grabs Luke, and slams him back into the bar.* "Cause trouble in MY PLACE?"

*Behind them, Blackbeard lifts up a chair and breaks it over Shakespeare's back.*

*The bartender glares at Luke as the chair is broken into five different pieces. He grabs Luke by the collar and tosses him across the other side of the room.* "You see that? You're gonna pay for that, you little whelp!"

*Luke's back throbs from the bar and THEN from his meeting with the table. A few patrons cheer on this new fight and lend him some advice.* "Oooh, Salvatore got you now!"

"Use those long legs your mother gave you, boy!"

*Luke doesn't quite head their advice. Pushing back against the table, he hauls back his fist and nails Salvatore right in the solar plexus. The bartender buckled and cursed. At the same time, Luke hooks his foot with the bartender's and sends him crashing down to the ground - not unlike he had Blackbeard.*

*Across the bar, the fight still rages between Shakespeare and Blackbeard. Luke looks up just in time to see Blackbeard crashland straight into a table. The table flies upward, along with plates and cups and silverware. Four other men around the table protest and climb up to their feet.*

*<******** dashes behind the bar. He grabs a mug of wine and taking a cue from Melliandra, drenches the first man as he chucks the wine right in the face.*

*That holds him off, but there's still his friend. Luke goes to grab a bottle of alcohol as a weapon, but the second man is quicker. He punches Luke across his right cheek.*

*Luke flies backwards and hits into the back of the bar.*

*The second man yanks him up and slams his back into the bar again. Luke lands a solid punch into one of the men, once he gets a free arm and kicks the man again in the shin. He's rewarded for this by another punch in the gut. Luke buckles and flounders. He's starting to lose it. He can barely see straight, and both men are attempting to get him under control.*

"HOLD STILL, YOU BRUTE!"

*But Luke only gives them more trouble. He fights against them behind the bar, managing to knock over two bottles of alcohol, mugs, cups, some silverware and ... *

*c***k CHA-c***k c***k c***k CHA-c***k.*

*The purse holding the bartender's earnings.*

*It happens so quickly that he stares on in awe. Luke's mouth parts open as the men grapple for the coins.*

*His attention is brought back when he hears a war cry and sees a man thrown through a window of the bar.*

*It is time to make his exit. Deciding that he's brazen - but not brazen enough to walk right through the front door - Luke ducks down out of sight. He goes to escape through some other exit when ... he runs almost face first into the bar wench, who's also ducked down, making herself scarce.*

*Luke turns on his best most disarming smile.* Hey, gorgeous. *He puts a hand around her waist and whispers in her ear.* Does this place have a back door?

*A full bottle of ale shatters against the back of the bar, and Luke scrambles after her. Once they are safely outside the tavern, Luke looks on at the chaos he's created... in a mix of awe and horror.*

*The barmaid moves and blocks his line of vision. He grabs her around the waist.* Oh my God, you're a lifesaver, babe. I owe you one.

*Luke leans down and pulls her in for one hell of a kiss. After a few moments, he breaks it, and says.* Thanks, babe. I gotta run.

*He turns to get the ******** out of there, before the bartender or anyone else figures out what happened.*