Maintaining the Fonzy attitude, I said I wasn't on anyone's side, just trying to have a good night and hoping to stop any fights breaking out. He mumbled on a bit about sticking my nose in it, and by that time the taxi had left. He started to calm down when he realised his con fizzled, and started to leave, immediately pulling out his phone and calling someone. Seeing as he had a bunch of mates scattered around the carpark, me and my buddy started walking quickly back to the car. Half way across he shouts at us, "OI! YOU! HOLD UP."
Thinks me, "Oh fuck, what now, I think I have a bat in the car, think I can make it?"
I turn around, and he throws his hand up in a big wave, shouting "We're cool, right? No problems, right? We're cool?"
I shout back "Yeah man, no worries, you have a good night."
We jump in the car, and we're sitting in line at the drive through. We order, and I immediately roll up the window when the whole lot of em start marching over to the drive through. I grab one of those wheel-locking dealies that I keep for this express purpose, hand one half to my mate and tell him "If they box us in, and I can't drive out of it, we oughta get ready to start cracking heads right away."
The guys stand around, we get our food, the guy I confronted waves at me one more time with a big cheesy grin, and then we're on the road back home, still clenching that fucking steel bar.