Who: Megan Jones & Miles Bletchley What: Miles gets into a fight, and it's Megan's job to break it up. Lucky, lucky Meg. When: Tuesday night Where: A pub (Pick a name, any name) Rating: Do curse words get PG-13 or R? Uh, expect cursing.
The sound of breaking glass and shouting only worsened Megan's mood as she shoved her way through the door, her backup several paces behind her and looking slightly worried.
She'd been an hour away from having a nice, quiet, uneventful shift. She'd been planning on stopping off at - well, not this pub, but a pub, quite similar, and getting herself a quiet pint. She had not been pleased to get a summons to a nasty bar fight because it meant there was no way in hell she was getting off on time. Between breaking it up, taking care of any injuries, hearing the reports, and booking anyone who needed it, she'd be lucky if she got off work before it was tomorrow.
Her wand was already out as she entered the pub, and she immediately bellowed "BREAK IT UP" at the group throwing punches, with a little help from her wand to amplify the sound.
That sent one or two of the more hesitant fighters scurrying toward the edge, but the main two, whose thrashing property damage seemed to be spurring the rest, paid no mind whatsoever. And Meg was not pleased at all.