AFTER HOURS BRAWL

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Its a perfect summer night and club goers are out for a good time. Girls huddled in groups support each other in their high heels inching their way up the VIP lines while the fellas are on the prowl. 

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Dion and Arthur work the evening shift with ease. This is their zone. This is when they perform best. With Arthur on the grill, wrapping burritos and serving up tacos, Dion works the register and tends to the guests with a welcoming smile. People lauhing, eating, and ordering food. Business is good and the cash is flowing. Business as usual.

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A group emerges from the club. Regulars at Dos Compadres they greet Dion and Arthur with intoxicated enthusiasm. JEREMY, early 20s, heads the pack of hungry party goers. Jeremy gives Dion a friendly dap-dap, takes his friends orders and catches up.

DION
(Gives Jeremy his change and ticket number)
So what've you been up to? 
(Motioning towards the stitches over Jeremy's left brow)
What the hell happened to your eye?

JEREMY
Yah, a couple weeks ago I got into a lil' scuffle outside of Tunnel Top. This douche bag and his friends wouldn't leave Angela alone–you know the type, Affliciton (Superficial, Get Some, Born to Kill, Agression) T Shirts, just got done watching the fight or spotting each others bench presses–out on the town looking for some pussy.

DION
Jesus.

JEREMY
Yeah man, there were like 5 of them. I wish you were there.

DION
To do what?

JEREMY
You and Art would've kicked all their asses!

Arthur shakes his head in the background as Dion chuckles.

ANGELA, early 20s approaches Jeremy from behind and hugs him from the back. She yawns and looks endearingly into Jeremy's eyes.

ANGELA
Baby, I'm hungry...Hi Dion...HI ARTHUR!

Arthur winks and waves his spatula over his shoulder.

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A pair of cars pull up to the curb with loud angry rap music blaring from the windows. The volume obviously up to intimidate the onlookers as 3 emerge from the car. Dion, Jeremy and Angela turn to look. Jeremy can't believe his eyes.

JEREMY
Just my god damned luck. The first night out in weeks and these assholes show up.

GREG, late 20s approaches the taco truck. He leads a snarling pack of dudes waiting for someone to say something to them so they can impose their aggression. Angela turns and tightens her grip around Jeremy's arm. As Greg approaches, he taps one of his friends pointing at the couple and snickers.

GREG
I know you.
(Greg motions quickly to Jeremy causing him to flinch)
What?!
(He and his friends chuckle)

DION
Hey, friend. Would you mind telling your boy to turn his music down a little bit. I think we'd all appreciate it.

GREG
(denies Dion's request and carries on)
I'll take a super carne asada quesadilla without any guac-

DION interupts.

DION
Sir, would you please tell your friend to turn down his music.
Its disturbing my customers.

Arthur turns and notices the heightened tension. 

ARTHUR
Look, I'll fix your quesadilla and then after that. We're gonna have to ask you and your friends to leave.

GREG
For what? You don't like my music?

Gregs friends snarl and "psssh" their hearts out.

GREG
(motions towards Angela)
What about you honey? What kind of music do you like? I'll play whatever you like if you give me a little -

Greg grabs Angela's arm to pull her closer into his arms. Angela pummels his chest. Jeremy buts in and retracts Angela.

JEREMY
C'mon babe, lets go.

GREG
You didn't get enough of me last time huh, tough guy?

Greg pushes Jeremy back with his finger tips. Dion step off the truck to separate the two.

DION
Thats enough. Nobody wants any trouble.

ARTHUR
Here's your quesadilla, big guy. I think its time for you guys to go.

Greg grabs the food and throws it at the crowd. The crowd is startled into a hush. 

GREG
(to the men in the crowd)
YOU WANT SOME OF THIS?!

DION
Move it!

Scenario 1
Dion begins herding the group of dudes as Greg slips away. He walks up to Angela, picks her up and throws her kicking and screaming over his shoulder. Jeremy is at his last straw. He jumps through and swings landing a big right hook on Greg's chin. All hell breaks loose. People clear and an all out brawl ensues. Half a dozens emerge from the parked cars and it is chaos. Chairs fly and bodies fall. At the center of it all is Arthur and Dion. The contenders with submission holds and cold knockouts.

Scenario 2
Dion begins herding the group of dudes. As they move past the tables, Greg picks up a chair and throws it at Jeremy and Angela. Arthur blocks the chair just in time but thats the last straw for Jeremy. He charges Greg enraged and tries to tackle him.

ARTHUR
Jeremy, let it go!

DION
Dammit!

All hell breaks loose. People clear and an all out brawl ensues. Half a dozens emerge from the parked cars and it is chaos. Chairs fly and bodies fall. At the center of it all is Arthur and Dion. The contenders are no match. Submission holds and cold knockouts are issued one by one.

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An officer sits GREG and JEREMY on the curb while another question Arthur. Dion sits in a chair in the distance observing the mess they made.