After all that it was just before closing time, so Jake and I went to the nearest pub for a calming drink. I was feeling pretty wrought up, and Jake was developing a wonderful black eye. I'm surprised they let us in the pub!
Of course, it soon turned out that the pub wasn't that choosy, because almost the first people we saw were those thugs that started the fight!
Jake pulled me away and we crept quietly to the other bar and got the manager to phone the police.
I think they caught nearly all of them. Not the one that hit Sarah and kicked Andy though, and he was the worst of the lot, I think.
I'm not looking forward to testifying in court, if it comes to that.
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