[bc this concept won't leave me alone]
David's head jerked backwards as a fist connected with his jaw, producing an unsatisfying crunch. His usually neatly slicked back hair - he was a bit of a primper - flopped down in front of his eyes, partly obscuring his vision. His guard dropped, the impact had momentarily stunned him, and it was enough for the burly blonde to throw and land another devastating blow. He winced as the bony knuckles came into contact with his face again, this time just below his temple; his vision blurring as his eyes slowly lost focus. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “Faggot!”, he leered, grabbing a fistful of David's shirt collar and pinning him against the wall. He was stuck between a rock, and if the bulge in the blonde's pants was any indication, a hard place. He hoped the man wouldn't try and degrade him here in the bar, or worse, take him out back and have his way with him before tossing him aside. The brunette struggled feebly. His senses were wavering due to the savage blows he'd suffered, and his strength was slowly but surely withering away. His head pulsed with a fury that would make a war drum envious, and an incessant high-pitched whine rung in his ears, encouranging his building headache.
David forced his eyes to focus as he tried to take in his surroundings; a few nonplussed patrons and a grubby bartender. No one seemed to be bothered in the slightest by the fight that had broken out at the bar, but that was to be expected. It was Texas, and he'd just been accused of being a homosexual. No one was going to come rushing to his aid.