At 11:30 I am floating around and I notice a guy wobbling by the atm and he turns around and says that the atm must have ran out of money. My advice was to try the one in the next club but he tries again in the same atm that just shorted him a hundo. Idiot. This makes me watch him for the rest of his short time with us.
About an hour later I notice him wobbling much more than before and as I approached him a bigger situation popped off but diffused very quickly. The second time I appoached him I had one of the managers with me and I VERY politely asked him to step outside so that I could talk to him. The problem here was that he had lost the ability to walk. I direct him towards that door and we get outside. A lady (whom I thought was his wife/girlfriend/boo but turns out barely knew him) follows us out. As I explain to the lady why I escorted him out the guy cuts me off by yelling that I was a liar and then puts his hand on my chest as he yells it again. I reacted instantly without thinking and pushed the guy with one arm knocking him into a table and chairs and his limp body came to rest twisted half on the ground and half leaning against a short wall with a cast iron fence on top. Everyone froze for one second then he started to move to try to get himself up. I moved in to close the distance and put my hand on his chest holding him down and told him that he should have never touched me. I yelled at him for touching me and then stood back and let him get himself up. It took him a few seconds to even motivate to get up.
I am positive that he is going to feel that tomorrow. He never even saw it coming and I literally knocked his drunk ass off his feet.
Moral of the story is don't touch guys in black suits.
My boss told me that I did great and that he was sorry that he missed that part.
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