It was hard to understand any of Riley's words. His tears and swollen face made his story come out in broken pieces, but it didn't matter. I already knew what had happened to him. He got drunk and was too flirty with the wrong man. Fucking gay bashers.

I could see the whole scene play out in my mind. The man lead Riley on in order to lure him into a less crowded area. A place where the man's friends were waiting for them. The group of them spouting hateful speech as they beat on Riley relentlessly. Leaving him bloodied, crying, and curled up in a ball on the floor.

My stomach twisted and my fists clenched. How could anyone do that to Riley? He had a kind heart and would never harm a soul. Those bastards.

"Let's get out of here," I said as Riley wiped the tears from his eyes with his sleeve. He nodded in agreement.

With my arm behind his back, I lead Riley out of the bathroom. We walked through the club unbothered. A few staff members glanced our way for a brief moment before returning to their work. Riley's tears and face glitter had stained my grey T-shirt, so I zipped my leather jacket up further to cover it.

When we got outside my bike was exactly where I had left it. The parking lot was nearly empty, making the black sedan parked in the front row suspicious. Even the patrol car had left for the night.

As I handed Riley my helmet to put on, I heard the car doors open. Four redneck looking brutes stepped out of the sedan. I hardly bothered to glance at them with my peripherals. They were likely drunk and looking for a fight I wasn't about to give them.

My eyes met Riley's as I helped him with the helmet strap. He didn't say anything, but his eyes were wide and full of fear. He recognized the men. Could they really be that dumb? I couldn't stop the smirk that crept across my face as I turned to look at the approaching men. They were the fucking gay bashers.

"Would you look at the grin on this faggot," said one of the men. He wore a red flannel shirt that hung open exposing the white shirt beneath it. His blue eyes were glossed over and drooping, clearly drunk.

"I say we wipe that smile right off his face," said another one of the men. He wore a black flannel shirt that was buttoned up and tucked nicely into his jeans. The flawless styling of his short black hair made him stand out from the others. I was sure he was the one Riley had come on to.

"So you're the no good low lifes who attacked a helpless boy 4v1," I said as I stepped towards them. Riley tugged on my arm, trying to keep me from engaging with them, but I shrugged him off.

"Scum like you don't deserve a fair fight," he replied and clenched his fists.

"You'd need a dozen or so more lackeys on your side to make this fight fair," I said with a laugh.

The man's smile turned into a thin line. "Big talk for a faggot."

He swung at me with his closed fist. I dipped and swept his legs out from under him. Crashing to the pavement he cursed me. His friend's didn't hesitate to jump in. Their mistake.

Two of the men came at me. They both tried to hit me at the same time, but I slipped past them at the last second. Their bodies collided into each other and they fell to the ground with a grunt.

"Bastard." The last man mumbled as he charged me.

I used his forward momentum to flip him over my shoulder. He landed squarely on his back. The four of them stumbled to get back on their feet and I laughed. Sober they would be no match for me, so their drunken attempts to hit me were futile.

This time they came at me in a more organized fashion. One at a time they tried concurrent attacks. None of them were able to hit me. I didn't even have to hit back. By simply moving out of the way I caused the men to hurt each other. Idiots.

After four failed attempts to hit me the ring leader spat on the pavement. "Whatever. This fag isn't worth the trouble."

The others nodded in agreement as they collected themselves. They turned to head back to their vehicle, defeated.

"Now, now fellas. Don't tell me you're thinking about leaving before I pay you back for what you did to my friend's face," I said.

By the time they turned back to look at me I had already launched my attack. My punches were strategic. One to the jaw and one to the eye for each of them. They would all have a black eye and a busted lip to match Riley's. Nothing more, nothing less.

I left the four of them dazed on the pavement. Riley's eyes were wide with surprise when I walked over to my bike and threw a leg over it.

"That was insane," he stuttered.

"Get on," I said.

Riley climbed onto the bike behind me. His arms wrapped around my torso and he clung tightly to me. I had a feeling he had never been on the back of a bike before.

With a sigh I took off. I didn't want to stick around in case the patrol car came back. It was frowned upon to use military combat skills on civilians and I could get in a lot of trouble for it, even though the men started the fight.

I headed toward the highway, sticking to the speed limit this time since I had a passenger. The only question was what to do now? I didn't know where Riley lived and I definitely couldn't take him back to the barracks. Even on a Sunday soldiers would be out for their morning run by that time.

We passed several exits before a highway sign caught my attention. 24 hour breakfast. It was perfect.