"I'm a... an errand boy... of sorts...", Eric quickly told her not wanting to tell her the full truth. Being sent to kill a rival business man or other person is like being on an errand for something right? Another man was laughing loudly at the other end of the bar. This man was taller than Eric by a few inches but was a little heavier in build. "Someone needs to quiet that guy down a little", the younger man said to Victoria with a devilish grin upon his face. "And to answer your other question, yes... I'm Irish... and we LOVE to fight..." Eric really had no intention of actually fighting this guy. He simply was having a little fun scaring her. Well, that was until the drunkard walked passed knocking into Eric and causing his drink to spill on Victoria. Now... the younger male was pissed,"So sorry about that!" He handed her some napkins and stood up from his stool. Walking up behind the more portly man, he tapped his shoulder. "Oy buddy? I think you'd better apologize to the lady... you caused her lap to get wet...", Eric growled to him. "Did I now? Well there Mister... lookin at a little bird like her I'd be sayin to me self that I'd like to be makin more than a her lap wet...", the man told him looking over Eric's shoulder. "How's about it sweetcheeks? Ditch this pale wimp and ride atop of a real man's rod?" The younger male had enough, this guy had to go. Before anyone could blink Eric had made it across the bar to the house band and talked to the singer. As he made his way back over... a fast Irish rock tune started to play. The male in the trench coat swung first catching the taller man on the jaw. The portly man reeled back but didn't fall and took a few swings himself at his attacker. Dodging blows Eric looked back at Victoria with a grin, "Haven't had me a good fight in awhile!" A few more punches and the drunkard fell face down landing on a table. The younger man stood there and said," next time a bit o' respect will get you alot farther lad." Suddenly there were 6 men standing behind Eric. A few moments later... the young man was being tossed on his ass out of the bar onto the curb. "Damn you Eric always causing trouble!", called the barkeep. "Sorry about at that then Seamus! I'll see ya tomorrow then?", Eric called back. "Aye, I'm guessin ya will lad", the barkeep, Seamus, said shaking his head laughing before heading back inside.