Ari turned his fury on the cop, lifting his hand, but something must have burned through the fog of rage and he stopped himself. Every part of his body ached, but the rage had burned through the alcohol and he was now very sober. And he felt so alive. So damn good. He'd been itching for a fight and now that he'd gotten one, it felt like sex. That damn good feeling after a good fuck at the end of a long dry spell.
"Scarlett?" he called out, turning around to see if she was okay. The cop didn't worry him for the moment. "Scarlett!"