The bar was a mess, it wasn't much of a bar anyways, but it certainly was the biggest mess it had probably seen in a while. A while, make that ever. Trevor wasn't one for leaving anything unturned or unbroken when he was taking down multiple enemies during a fight. As it was a couple of people had tried to break it up. The wolf wanted nothing to do with stopping. Once you got the kid on a roll, just get the hell out of the way; most likely you would end up a part of the fight and you had nothing to do with it. No, just call the cops and have them come in and take the guy down. Only way to do it. Of course most didn't know that, well not unless they had more then one run in with the younger male.
He was kneeling in the middle of it all. Fingers locked and placed on the back of his head; two officers had guns pointed at him and all the blond haired male was doing was smiling up at them. Yeah, he had fun. Couldn't say much for the four guys he just kicked the shit out of, but who cares right? The fuckers shouldn't have tried to mouth off to him about the pool game. He won, they should have just given him his fucking five bucks and left. But, no, they had to ask him for another game and then another. Doubling the cost of the win each time. Thing was, he was damn good at pool and not half stupid as they were about it. When he won they decided to not give him his money. Not a very smart move on their part. So he took the weakest one first, the human and as soon as his fist landed the first punch, the other two tried to jump him. Of course a few others tried to break up the fight. Trevor had none of that. Oh hell no, fighting was fun. So he kicked their asses too, just for the principle of it all.
Cuffs latched onto his wrists, they cenched down tight and he was told to stand up. Wiggling his fingers he thought about telling the officer they were too tight. That might be pushing his luck though. He smirked to himself and kept his mouth shut. He may not like cops, but he didn't give them a lot of lip. He didn't exactly need them to have any other reason to throw him in a cell and keep him there. Into the cop car he was put and right down to the jail house he was taken. Booked, and thrown in a cell...after his one phone call that was.
Dialing the number he waited for the man to answer, but it went to voice mail after a couple of rings. In a way he was glad about that. He'd have to come face to face with the guy soon enough when he came to bail him out of jail. So he left a message, "Hey..Trevor here. Come get my ass out of the clink would ya. See ya, when you get this." He knew that Brayden woudl bail him out. He'd done it before. Regular like clock work. He was taken back to his cell and the door shut behind him again. He leaned back, resting his back on the wall, ass on the cot like thing in the cell. Only place to sit and it was next to some big ass dude that smelled like he had been rolling around in a dumpster for a few hours. Trevor glanced at him, sneezed and then moved as far as he could from the guy. Jesus Christ but the guy smelled bad. Soon enough the wolf couldn't handle it anymore and he got up and went across the cell from him and threw his body down onto the floor. His knees bent and arm drapped over them as he waited for the Alpha to show up.