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18581001 23:47:47

Tonight was one of those nights for Eugene Dobson. By now, everyone else knew to take in stride and far out of his path; the main issue was making the guess as to how he would react to the amount of alcohol that he would take in over the course of the evening. The kind of day he had at work seemed to have no bearing to indicate it one way or another, as some days he would have so much to complain about that he wouldn't take the time to get exceedingly drunk before he would retire for the day from exhaustion. Other nights were like these, where he had plenty of time to consume all that he could get his hands on and make it no secret to everyone else. Evicting Eugene was not an option, as there was nobody else who had the physical stature to do so. Turning him out to the open was also potentially dangerous, as there would be no way to predict what he would do - particularly with his fists. Likewise, there was no way to enforce a ban upon him and prevent the situation from arising again to begin with. As a result of all of these circumstances, Eugene now had his act in full swing. His raucous laugh echoed through the saloon's thin walls, and his jovial shoulder punches and shoves led to people reacting in pain or falling down, both of which would cause him to laugh more.
This was the moment that Cook was waiting for. While everyone else stared at Eugene in apprehension between their drinks, Cook stood up from his table and called out to him.
"Dobson. Enough with the bullshit. Enjoy your drink like a gentlemen, as the rest of us do."
Everyone in the room stared at Cook as silence fell upon the saloon. While he walked past a patron on a stool who wasn't directly in his way, Eugene pushed the man down to the ground in a firm thrust of his hands. Within a short moment, the two were standing eye to eye with a mere few inches in distance between them. He leaned over Cook while he glared at him.
"The hell you sayta me boy? You sayin that to me?"
"Yeah, I am. You need to stop your childish act now. It's enough."
Eugene squinted and let a smile slowly curl over his darkened teeth before he responded.
"Sure thing, friend. You gwanan stop me. Heh. You do that." He then reached to Cook's table and took up the filled mug that was on it, and lifted it to his mouth to guzzle it down.
This was what he waited for. Cook positioned the grip of his right hand to aim, and twisted the bracelet. The chain on the bracelet quickly disintegrated, then raced over his palm and composed itself into a solid rod. His aim was precise, and the thrust of the rod's tip struck against the bottom of Eugene's hand which held the mug. The unexpected and forceful strike caused Eugene to recoil backwards and release his grip, and he held his hands together in shock while the mug landed upon the wooden floor. Cook twisted the bracelet again and felt the rod disintegrate from his hand while he heard the spilled beer fizzle at his feet. Eugene, like the rest of the patrons, stared in bewilderment at Cook without understanding what had just happened. He attempted to think of something to say and touched his tongue against his teeth while he turned his head from side to side and blinking in disbelief. Finally, he let his rage take over and yelled out as he started to lunge towards Cook. Cook aimed his hand at the center of his body and twisted the bracelet again. The rod shot out straight from his body and struck at Eugene's chest just as he was about to be tackled. Cook stepped backwards as the impact caused Eugene to buckle over and fall to the floor upon his knees. Once more, he twisted the bracelet and allowed the metal to reform the chain which wrapped around his wrist as he watched Eugene cross his arms over his chest and cough in giant heaves after deep breaths.
Everyone in the saloon remained motionless and stared at Cook. No witness was able to understand what had just happened.