Re: By the stage
"Yeah, you're straight." The man now bleeding onto the table twisted in his grasp; Samuel tightened his hand, his captive's twitching fingers pressed painfully high against his own spine. "I'll deal with him. You three get her taken care of." He tipped his head toward Alexandria. He had a clear picture of what had happened here, and though details of how the fight had begun would be necessary, it seemed for the moment there were other, far more immediate needs to attend. "I'm Sergeant Samuel Wolfe," he said, a belated introduction if ever there was one. "I'll find you if we have any questions. We'll get what we can out of him first."
The crowd around them was beginning to disperse, drifting toward the sides of the room and away from the fight itself, their curiosity having been thoroughly overcome by a healthy sense of self preservation. Samuel kept his grip on the bulky man, his free hand moving to grip his shirt's collar. He twisted tightly, the collar fitting too close around the man's throat as Samuel force-marched him back to the bar, there to call an on-duty car and begin the long wait.