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Don’t Mess with PeterFever

Let's Party
Let's Party

I was in LA for Thanksgiving weekend and I reconnected with some old friends. We went to supper Supperclub, a popular club down in the heart of Hollywood. It was my first time there and it’s pretty impressive; especially the money flying through the air and the bottle service burlesque girls who are lowered from the ceiling with champagne. But this isn’t the point of my story.

Hanging Out with Friends
Hanging Out with Friends

Some drunk guy tried to start a fight with one of my female friends outside the club. He said that she bumped into him and he wanted her to apologize for it; only he said it more graphically like Fucking this and Fucking that. So I stepped in because her boyfriend was getting the car. I shoved myself between them, removed my shirt, and stared him down. I said “If you have a problem with her, you have a problem with me.”

It was the longest stare down ever. He was with a bunch of his drunk friends and they are only making it worse. Finally he realized who he was up against and backed off. I was glad because I didn’t want to lose my buzz from burning off all of the alcohol from kicking his ass. Lesson, don’t mess with PeterFever!

Telling Me All Her BF Issues
Telling Me All Her BF Issues

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  1. Oh wow. i was right, it was you! i was walking by the club with one of my friends ,but wasnt completely sure. Also that explains why u looked a bit angry haha.. still cute though heh i guess i missed my chance to say hi.. maybe next time~

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