She got the $50. Everyone was laughing so hard--including her--that she didn't slap him. She thought she had heard 'em all, but this one caught her off guard. Her now-ex-boyfriend, however, wasn't amused.
The guy was fortunate that a couple of my relatives knew him, it was about 1:30am, and we had all been at the bar since about 4:30. Otherwise, it was Plante26 relatives/significant others with a 4-1 ratio vs. the rest of the bar patrons. We're a pretty tight-knit family, and that wouldn't have been the first time tFamily had to throw down on Christmas Day. The other time.....well, long story......meh, I've got the time:
Christmas Day 2004. Some dbag walked by and grabbed my sister's arse. She turned around and slapped the guy--unfortunately, it was the wrong guy, but a buddy of the guy that did it. Now, my younger brother had about a half a liter of Korbel in him, and drops an F-bomb laced tirade on this guy about how he and his buddy are probably gay (big insult to a county hick) and that he hadn't had consensual sex since his last stint in the Douglas County jail. The bigger of the two guys walks up, slaps my bro's cocktail out of this hand and tells him to meet him outside. My brother--who was 2nd in the NAHL in penalty minutes in 2000-01 due to a short fuse--told him it was go-time right then, grabbed the guy (right flannel shirt sleeve, per standard hockey fighting operating procedure) and starts in with a flurry of right-handed bombs. Unfortunately, the guy he was throwing down with was a lefty, and landed a haymaker.....on the top of my bro's head. We heard his hand break.....it was one of the worst sounds I've ever heard. Meanwhile, the other guy jumps up and charges my bro. My cousin Neil--a former Marine--clotheslines the guy, and sends him careening down a set of four stairs.
The bartender started screaming, as she was the only person working the bar that night. The fight was dragged outside, and promptly ended with my brother head-butting a guy in the nose--which opened up like a faucet--and me opening the front door of the bar with the other guy's head. He turned around to come back at me, but realized that my entire family was standing behind me. All of a sudden, two GIRLS coming tumbling out the door. My cousin had started in on one of the dbag's girlfriends, and she broke HER hand punching the girl that was with the offending party. We went back into the bar after the three jumped into their 1980's rusted Suburban, and quickly tipped the bartender somewhere in the neighborhood of $150 (which broke down to about $4/person) so we could stay. The best part? Four fistfuls of hair we found on the bar floor that my cousin had ripped out of the other chick's head.