Normally you could recognize us by our clothes, just like all the other fraternities in Maastricht. The only exception to the rule that night was Coen. He was being his casual self. I remember us, six or so, drinking our beers, minding our own business.
A guy with bright blue eyes from a neighboring fraternity came up to us. I don't know why, but apparently he wanted to impress us. He looked around the circle, saw somebody out of place. Then for no reason at all pushed Coen aside. Although bright eyed, not too bright minded. Just not sensing Coen belonged to the pack.
Though neither the tallest nor the strongest Coen was never the one to joke with. And so, as we had seen many times before, Coen, alias the one hit wonder, smacked the guy across the face without a warning, reducing him from Mr Bright Eyes to Mr Bright Eye with just one punch. Some friends came to the rescue and the next minute or so we had a tiny riot on our hands.
Next the one eyed clown again proofed that he wasn't the brightest. Not too pleased with the situation and wanting to retaliate he started to investigate and questioning everybody present. In the confusion of the moment he hadn't noticed who or what hit him it appeared.
With the complete bar reshuffled in that one minute riot we now were seeded on the other side of the bar. It was not for long or the one eyed joker came questioning Coen: "Have you seen who hit me in the face?" Coen completely flabbergasted.., frowned.., then grinned.., nodded and answered with the only answer he could think of. He smacked him again across the face. No more Mr Bright Eyes for him with both blinds closed, in any case, not for the next few days.
Attached painting:
5侍分
acryl on canvas
100 x 150