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Chapter IV

There was a stillness as his lungs filled with nicotine. Big Dog felt the warm alcohol glow wash through his limbs. His head went loose, he felt his body begin to swim with the night falling across the darkness and floating upon the scattered city lights. 

"Thah **** you say to me ****!"

A pair of fists. His shirt bunched under his chin. The glass shatters. The blood red face. The beating on his chest. The breath on his face. Alcohol.

"What?"

"The **** ****!"

"**** you **** the **** you mean about the North!"

"I play for ****ing Gold Coast you fat ****ing ****!"

The young indigenous man's eyes bulged. Blood red. Spittle flying. Lips cracking with rage. Blood beginning to cloud the pink exposed flesh. 

Big Dog's eyes were wide. His brain was struggling to process the violence. He had never before been confronted in such a manner. Tears began to creep out of the corners of his eyes as his bladder lurched abs evacuated. 

The warmth ran down his leg, the sensation familiar. It tingled and ran in a way the alcohol warmth didn't. 

The young indigenous man shook Big Dog violently.

"I... I... get that you don't play for Norf."

"**** you!"

Big Dog saw Browny out of the corner of his eye. His eyes pleaded for help whilst Browny smiled and stood by approvingly. 

"I'm sorry Harley! I'm sorry!"

His body was bent backwards over the railing. He no longer swam through the lights but looked backwards at them with wide eyed fear. 

The warm fluid was pooling in his socks. He knew what was required. The Big Dog doesn't piss himself. The Big Dog pisses on others. He needed to attack. He needed to summon every ounce of strength and attack. The man of the people doesn't stand by and allow himself to be beaten he stands up. He gritted his teeth and prepared to bite as well as he could bark.