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The bar fight gets out of hand and Carlos will be the first to admit he could have reacted better to the situation. The second things turned he should have called for back up and tried to de-escalate but the homophobic jerk just riled him the wrong way.
So, Carlos pushed himself into the guy’s face shouting him down, letting his anger have this one for once, and it ended up making things worse. He got himself hit in the carnage, with the side of a bottle to his face, before he could dodge. Too distracted by his own ego.
Luckily, no one else was hurt. He got out of it with only a small cut from the bottle above his left eye. Not enough to scar but enough to cause a fair amount of blood to drip down the side of his face.
There’s going to be so much paperwork.
Back up did come and four or five patrons were hauled off in the back of patrol cars. Cursing and swearing. Leaving the staff to pick up strewn tables and chairs and broken glass.
He gets the nod to wait for medical even though he would rather go back to the station with them. He has statements to take from the others that are left behind. It makes sense for him to wait it out and do them.
The barman introduces himself as Jake, he was the one that called 911 in the first place, he takes him around the back of the bar.
He hands him a wad of triangle bandage from his shitty first aid kit and fusses with it looking for sterilising rub.
“That was really brave of you, to go up against that guy. I know you’re a cop but he must have been at least 6 foot 5. The dude was massive.” Jake says to him shyly. He looks at him through his lashes. “It’s good to know you’re brave and handsome.”
Carlos is no stranger to people fawning over the uniform. He’s a little taken aback at how openly Jake is flirting with him when he’s covered in blood and beer. Jake subtly shifts his body language so he’s standing with his hip cocked out and Carlos recognises the are you interested stance from his single days at bars like this.
He smiles politely at Jake. It’s the most ‘I’m not interested’ gesture he can muster and still be professional. “You don’t have to do this.” He says motioning to the first aid kit. He has a statement to take from him otherwise he would have left by now. “I can wait for medical, it’s not serious.”
Jake smiles at him again. “It’s okay, I know first-aid.” He reaches out to touch him but before it lands another, more pissed voice, adds to the scene.
“Well, his husband’s a paramedic. I think we have it.”
Carlos almost laughs at the role-reversal and TK’s bitchy tone. Jake throws TK a sour look and withdraws with his hands in the air. He mutters worth a shot under his breath.
“Well, that was aggressive.” Carlos teases as Jake retreats defeated.
“Yeah, well as a wise man once said: I like people knowing you’re mine.” TK replies without skipping a beat. He tilts Carlos’ face towards him.
“It’s fine really.” He says softly at the concern in TK’s eyes. “It’s not even bleeding anymore.”
TK makes a face at his nonchalant act. “I’ll be the judge of that, hero.”
He’s going to be in so much shit for this when he’s home. He can see it all over his husband’s face.
Like every night he can’t wait to come home to his husband.