Today's a good day for a bar fight

 

Prompt: For today's prompt, imagine this: Your character is a new employee at the city's most exclusive, most secret club. They're asked to break up a fight between some patrons. However, they didn't imagine this when they heard "bar fight."

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Hey man, check out the back room, they're havin' a bar fight out there, the servers ain't gonna be able to stop it, rough crowd we're dealin' with buddy, the linecook tells me as I take a particularly long hit of the joint next to the dumpster.

Wait, is this for real? Why don't we throw these assholes out, or call the cops on them, I thought that bullshit was for the movies, we're not afraid of these losers, I say, tentatively. I'm new, don't know the crowd and don't know what the owners want me to do exactly. And I'm not the only bouncer in the establishment. Why did anyone ever let it come down to me?

Yeehh brother, finish your J man, they're dangerous I'm tellin' ya but it's gonna...they're dangerous folks you understand you don't want to mess with these people. They'll fuck you up good man, I knew this fella, from...Kentucky or whatever, the big fish in a little pond guy who came to town thinking everybody's a baby here, thought he could boss around the rough crowd here like he did in his hometown. That amigo, don't know -- don't know where he at now, but I tell ya hahahaha he-- he ain't gonna be all so cocky now, that's all I can tell. Even the cops are afraid of this crowd you know whatimsayin? You ever...find yourself near to those folks, you be walkin' on eggshells that's all Imma say.

So like, are these Mafia people? The mob? Connected to the cops? Politicians? Or like big burly wrestlers who can fuck you up? Don't the bosses of the bar know how to deal with these sorts, havin' been in the business all these years they must have contacts

Yee yee no brother the problem you see is they got money, yeah, they got all the money you want, big money shut the fuck up money. An'.. an'' they like our dump yea, for parties and shi' always comin' to us, like the seafood or some crap maybe salmon I ain't never payin' attention to all of it. Sometimes they here with their families too, so it's not not easy as sayin' you gonna send 'em away 'cos this is where our big money come in from, all the catering deals. Normal people they pay what eight dollas, ten dollas for their burger, for 'em we add some bullshit into their mayo or whatever and now they're happily payin' twice that. And booze be flowin' like water you hear so we make more wi'em in a night than in two good weeks otherwise. It's just they're...they...fightin' people, wid each other, and it's rough yanno. People get hurt.

Who are these people exactly?

They're the bigwigs, city's bar association, man.