It was a mess, the fight spreading through the establishment quickly, everyone seemed to have something against everyone else in a small town like this, so it never took much of an excuse for this particular subset of the town to turn out.

Daryl wasn't paying much mind to the newcomer other than to avoid the swing of arms and legs, instead focusing on taking out anyone that came near his brother or himself, much less about light acrobatics and more about taking them out hard and fast with fists and elbows. Merle didn't pay much mind to his brother, instead focused on laying out anyone that got too close, clearly enjoying the ruckus more than the younger man.

So much for a quiet night's drink?