down the bar, he's looking over at us every once in a while . ."

Third-Eye raises his arm for emphasis and Delaney looks up to see Third-eye seeming to be staring right through him, sees Third-eye bring his arm down for effect and hears the name "Raunchy" shouted out. Delaney takes insult. He frowns in his beer.

"So anyway," continues Third-Eye, "the guy down the bar looks up at that second and hears the name 'Raunchy' come flying his way." Just then Delaney has looked up again and hears the word "Raunchy" thrown down like a gauntlet at his own glass. Third-Eye is surely looking at Delaney and laughing about it, thinks Delaney. "So get this," Third Eye continues, "the guy gets so mad that he comes over and tries to start a fight-all because he hears the name Raunchy every time he looks up!" Delaney again looks up at the exact second the name is again flaunted down on him with Third-Eye making fun as sure as a man stares you in the face and calls you "sissy."

"Ha!" booms Mad Jack, "that's great, that's raunchy alright, that's great and good and goddamned raunchy!" blares out Mad Jack over the whole room. Just then he feels

 

a decided tap on his shoulder. He turns vaguely swatting away the mosquito-like tap on the shoulder. He turns to see Delaney and a circling fist that lands with a decided sting right on the kisser of Mad Jack, and which sends him in surprise back off his stool against the bar, to catch his balance, fall forward, grab Delaney in an unsteady bear hug to the floor, where they roll over and over in spilt beer bellowing and blathering and braying up curses and blows to the four quarters of the blessed compass.

"What do you know," mutters Third-Eye, "it happened again!" "You raw sewage of the farting deep!" belows Mad Jack. "You sleezy bastard from mother-blizzard-fucking Alaska, you don't come in here like some damned baron and fuck up my drunk!"

An explosion shudders through the room. Another. Then a shuddering other. "You sorry bastards, I told you not to go brawlin' on my shift, and now you get the wrath of Third-Eye raining down on your fat sorry asses!" shouts Third-Eye kneeling atop of the bar and trying to stand, lighting and throwing cherry bombs one after the other down on the mired and lumbering-bear forms of Mad Jack and Delaney. One lands on Delaney and explodes.

One lands on Mad Jack and explodes. Each sends bawling howls through each of each. Raucus howls ring around the ringside bar.