Logan swung wildly at Damon, a couple of his punches landing, but none doing much damage. "Fucking pussy! You think you're tough? Come on, you little bitch!"
Damon, held back by Brian and the Philly guy, spat in anger, his thick Irish accent stronger than ever. "Ye fuckin' eejit! Come at me again, I'll knock yer teeth down yer feckin' throat! Think ye're hard? I'll show ye how hard a real man fights, ya bleedin' gobshite!"
Logan kept cursing, "Fucking cheap-ass bastard! Spearing me through a table like some coward! Face me like a fuckin' man!"
"Ye call that fightin', ye gobshite?! Ye wouldn't last a second if ye weren't pissed outta yer head! Come at me, I'll feckin' end ye!" Damon roared, still struggling against the arms holding him back, his rage uncontained as he hurled more Irish curses at Logan.
Brian, still struggling to keep his brother back, shouted, "Logan, chill the fuck out! You're gonna get us all thrown out!"
