Smooth droplets of water drip consistantly into one of the open bottles. Distant music from the juke box is played, classical jazz flowing as people are in the bar for the more or lees reason Chocco as is.

The patters causing a fitting mood as Chocco takes his glass from the bar knocking twice. As rain pelts the windows as the spacious interior presents it's alternative from spending it alone or with a women of the night, the accompanying sound of cotton grinding on the counter top as a hairy and fat fingered hand of the barman waves back and fourth - sliding his way down to Chocco;

"Same again pal?" With a monotoned voice, Peter Kalzoni asks with bagged eyes glancing towards his patron,

Chocco replies in murmurs, melancholy hidden in his voice - halfway tipsy and filled with misplaced anger, his glass is taken from the barman - he stops before pouring as Chocco raises his head,

"Another sir?" pointing his bottle of whiskey at a slanted angle, ready to pour,

With his body straightened and his eyes blood shot - he emerges from his seat - "How do you know her name?!" He explodes with distaste and takes his knife from his belt;

"Wha-" Before the barman could even give out an response, Chocco jumps over the bar tackling Peter Kalzoni to the ground - putting his blade against his throat, 

"Say it again, say her name again!" Chocco now enraged - his knife edges on Kalzoni's neck - becomming deeper and deeper before he screams out in pain, "Say her name again!" Chocco repeats himself over and over as Peter reaches his hand to the left of him, his finger tips on a bottle. 

Soley focused on Kalzoni, Chocco's tunnle vision blocks him as a Premium vodka bottle is thwacked over his head. Falling to the side, Kalzoni gets up straight away - grabbing one of the rags he uses to clean to bar and applying it to his neck, "Frank, Tony!" Scremaing for help, two bouncers enter the bar, confused yet seeing blood they knew something was up. 

Chocco, vision blurred - whitenoise clearing through his head - he puts his hand on his head and looks as blood drips to the floor - staggering to stand up - he picks up his knife and with blinded speed, runs full throttle towards Kalzoni, penetrating his lower stomach with his knife - "This..." Pausing, coughing up blood, speaking in complete hysterium, "Is for Kenzi, you sick fuck."

A few seconds later, the two men rush, jumping over the bar as they see Chocco repeatedly stabbing the barman - the blood and mixture of pure ethanol consumed them as it took a moment for them to react. The first bodyguard grabbed him - with a light body frame, chocco was easily picked up - being thrown across the bar, the second bouncer rush to check on Kalzoni. On the floor, landing with a large piece of glass in his hand, he slides to his feet. 

Frank rushes towards Chocco - a hulk of a man charges throwing a right hook towards Chocco. Now adrenaline filled - the alcohol wears off and his vision becomes clear - dodging the left hook as Franks weight makes him do a one-eighty. Chocco uses this to jump on Franks back, around his neck the loose chairs and tables fall as the huge bouncer falls to the ground, Chocco uses this as he attempts to thrust his knife into the back - but with his hands already bloody, the knife's penetrating power is reduced, slipping up and down, slicing his own hand, ignoring the pain, he still gives some blows.

The second Bouncer, Tony, with blood on his hands and hearing screaming from his friend - stands to his feet quick, jumping over the bar as all vocal noise stops - the only sound is heard is a record scratching, repeating over and over the same four seconds from the juke box. Seeing a pool of blood, his face turns white - looking towards Chocco on the floor besides him - seemingly out of energy, Tony stomps his feet, one to the other,

"Frank!."