Sweeney's expression soured even more as he stood up from the stool and looked down at the man. "I can smell someone who wants a decent arse kicking from a mile off, Chuckles." He reached out, strong arms shoving the guy backwards hard. "You want a lesson learned?" He waved him over with an upturned hand. "Let's have it."
A better man would've let it be... But Sweeney was always game for a bit of fun and bloodsport. Usually he was on the instigator side of it, but apparently death and Madison had softened him up considerably.