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While Simon left to warm up the car, leaving the two defeated brats to their wailing, Julius kept pummeling his opponent and Frontsek throwing his in everything.
While Gordon enjoyed the show.
"Do something!" moaned the bar's owner to the one who was, for him, Big Claw.
"Do what?" replied the mole. "These pricks were asking for it."
"These pricks are my buddies!" spat a third asshole, who came from the washroom.
"Yeah, well, between mister sexual harassment and mister coward cheapshot, I'm not very interested in helping them," snarked Gordon.
Asshole 3 stammered.
Finally, the brawl stopped on Frontsek and Julius' victory.
"Stay. The. Fuck. Away. From. My. Man," snarled the boar to his opponent.
The rhino, for his part, spat on his.
They barely began walking towards the doors that the third asshole jumped on them, screaming hateful insults and threats of courtrooms.
"Go ahead, sue us!" replied Frontsek. "It's your pals' fault, and I'm willing to bet the other patrons will testify in our favor!"
Indeed, many of the regulars were frequently victims of the two pricks' harassment and lecherous advances, and happily watched the beating.
"You think you'll get away that easily?! I'm rich and influent! I'll make your lives hell! I'll..."
"Oh, shut the fuck up!" barked Gordon before kicking the jackass right where it hurts.
The latter instantly collapsed in the ground, whimpering.
"And don't complain! Had I gone full strength, I'd have exploded your balls, litterally!"
"And forget about suing us," smirked Frontsek. "Between well-known assholes like you and the two only superheroes in the world, with who do you think the jury will side?"
"And I'm richer and more influential than you, so forget about other ways of payback," added Julius. "By the way, sorry for the damages," he said to the seething owner while extending to him his business card. "Here, do the repairs and send the bill to this adress."
That relaxed the owner.
And it was thus under everyone's cheering that the three left the ravaged bar, got in the car and left (Gordon went on foot).
"So, what now?" asked Frontsek.
After delibaration, they went to another bar. A smaller, more out-of-sight, where they were joined by Bryan (the reunion that took up his night was finally over)
This time, the drink and chat session went perfectly smoothly.
And with the anger down, they now considered what happened as a funny incident.
And Simon knew his classmates would be envious as hell of his "what I did during my holidays" assignment.
All in all, it was a good night.

Art by  buckdasystem
Gordon/Big Claw and asshole © me