With one punch his world fell into focus. It was good. Really good. Even as she came at him, he kicked the bar stool at her. It gave him the space to reach down the bar and grab the closet glass he could find and just tossing back. Zacharias set it back down and then came at her with his fists. "Don't play you don't like it too."
Some people didn't hit girls. Zacharias Smith those people were pathetic because some girls deserved. Or even better some girls liked it. Ginny might have thought he couldn't hex himself out of a paper bag, but he could throw a punch. He had been in enough scuffles to know how to punch and where to aim for the most hurt. But first, she deserved a broken nose just like the one she gave him a few days ago.
Within the bar, they wouldn't get far. The moment his fist swung, patrons stumbling back out of their way, the bartender and the guy at the door were making their way over to break them up. Somewhere over the noise, there was a man shouting at them to break it up, take it somewhere else.