Respect

The girls both looked to each other after they saw him go down in pursuit of the guest. What were they supposed to do? Should they chase him, too? But it wasn’t long before Stamos already had the guy in his arms.

“HOW DO YA LIKE THAT, HUH? HERE-!”

Then he threw the smoker to the ground. In the girls’ foolishness they thought it was to restrain him.

Crack

Vincent’s foot flew across his jaw. A harsh, if not fitting punishment, perhaps, but it didn’t end there. The sisters were left staring as he kept kicking.

“LEARN! SOME! RESPECT!”

He moved on from his target’s face to the stomach and ribs. There was no sign of stopping at this point. As his assault continued on, the smoker was coughing up blood. Without thinking both sisters ran through the silently staring line to interrupt the attack.

“Mister!” Katie called out, but it wasn’t any use until they got close to him. Fearfully, Frankie jumped to grab his arm just before he could deliver a punch to the man. Before he stopped, Stamos shot Frankie a look like he was about to kill her, too.

But seeing her face, breathed- and smiled. Standing up, brushing off his hands like he’d just finished a hard shift at work, he exhaled.

“Well I think that about settles it. Think so, girls?”

They didn’t feel like they had the choice not to nod.

“Back to work then…” he moved himself up the line again. “Oh! Sorry buddy, we gotta get you some help…” he lifted the victim of the original assault, apparently this idea not arising after he beat the other one himself. “I’ll call a hospital. Ladies? Take the line again, willya? I’ll start this next batch of riders, they’ve waited long enough.”

They found themselves at the front of the line again in those same ridiculous costumes, and for awhile, the day continued on as if nothing had happened at all.