"Hey, watch what you’re doin', asshole! You just spilled your drink on me!” came the voice from the man in the seat next to where Mark was standing. Now, at this point, Mark could have apologized. Actually, he should have apologized, but that was not Mark's style. Mark was conceited, arrogant and full of himself. To put it simply, Mark was an asshole.

Truth be told, Mark had been this way his whole life, and, at age 32, wasn't about to change. He just got cockier with age. In high school he was the star quarterback. Then on into college his football career continued. There wasn't a girl he couldn't have. He was 6 feet tall, 185 lean pounds, with broad shoulders that tapered down into a small 29" waist that bubbled out in the back into the biggest rounded bubble butt imaginable. Not to mention his classic good looks with his deep hazel eyes and dark wavy hair. This just fueled his arrogance. And as if that weren't enough, the fact that he was the most important Ad Executive his agency had set him over the top. All this added up to one arrogant bastard in an Armani suit with designer Armani glasses.

So tonight Mark found himself in some small "shit hole bar" as he had referred to it when he and his three buddies from work walked in the door. Jed had been the one to suggest the place, and the minute they got there Mark had regretted coming. It was small and cramped, with people that he normally would not associate with, but the he thought, "What can you expect from Jed. He's not much better than most of these trashy people himself." So Mark decided to bite his tongue, have a few drinks and get the hell out of there.

Mark and his three friends Jed, Nick and Dean made their way to the bar for drinks. Mark was sure to order something in a bottle because the bar was so filthy - a fact he wasted no time in telling the bar tender/owner. Once the men had their drinks they made their way into the crowd. They stopped near a table where three Burley men were sitting, simply because the crowd was so thick they could go nowhere else. As they stood there Mark began to tell some animated story about some "bitch he had bagged" using his hands for emphasis. As he did a large portion of his drink spilled out and landed on one of the three men sitting at the table.

"Hey watch what you’re doin', asshole! You just spilled your drink on me!” came the voice from the man in the seat next to where Mark was standing. Without even acknowledging the man, Mark continued his story, his arms moving rapidly to make his point causing more beer to spill from his bottle hitting the man in the chair next to him, again. At this the man stood and tapped Mark on the shoulder saying, "Excuse me asshole!" Mark turned to face him with a look of annoyance in his eyes.

"What?!", barked Mark. Then he got a look at the guy. He was bigger than Mark had realized. He stood about 6'7" and had huge biceps with a broad chest and he was all muscle. But Mark wasn't one to back down, and, besides, he had his three buddies to back him up. Then the man spoke again, "I said you spilt you beer on me! Do you plan