Matt can feel himself getting hot and really angry when Deneil speaks down to him, through grinding teeth he spits "you and me are not mates, 'mate'"

When Deneil touches him again Matt grabs him by his shirt and slams him against the wall, he then draws his hand back and punches the tiled wall right next to Deneils hand, breaking a tile and drawing blood on his knuckle. He leans in and whispers in Deneils ear, "get that close to me again and people might get you confused with your gay-ass brother"

Matt tumbles to the floor and smacks his head on the wet floor sign, he feels a surge of pain run through his head and up through his fist but he shows no sign of weakness, he wouldn't want Deneil to know he'd successfully hurt him.

As he looks up and sees Deneil smirking down at him he swings his foot out and takes both of Deneils legs out from underneath him, watching him crash down to the ground too. "Just thought I'd bring you back down to my level,"

Matt picks the wet floor sign up and launches it at Deneil, "I don't appreciate being talked down to by a cunt like you"

As Deneil pushes Matt against the sink, he is pushed right back and the sink is pushed into his back, making it even more uncomfortable when Deneil does headbutt him. Matt loudly grunts in pain as Deneil draws blood from his head.

Matt sees red, partially because there is blood dribbling into his eye, and he pushes back and kicks Deneil in the knee again. He then pulls Deneil up by his shoulders and then lands his right fist right in his gut.

As Deneil is doubled over in pain on the floor Matt takes the opportunity to trust Deneil for pissing on his shoe and finds his designer jumper. Matt unzips and pulls out, looking at Deneil the entire time, he pisses all over the jumper.

"You Khan's all think you're God's Gift. Fuck you." He puts himself away and starts to walk towards the door.

As Deneil's fists repeatedly beat into Matt's head he feels his legs weaken slightly. His nose is bleeding and he is sure there is blood coming from all sorts of cuts and bruises all over his head.

He crumpled to his knees and then has another surge of adrenaline and drives his shoulder into Deneil's groin and he wraps his arms around his upper legs and lifts Deneil before dumping him on his back.

He jumps on top of him while he is still disoriented from the fall and takes his fist right into Deneil's nose twice before hitting him in the jaw.

Matt pauses for a moment, realising what he's doing. He hasn't had a fit of rage like this for a long time. He stands up and walks over to the mirror and looks at himself, he can feel himself already needing a drink and needing a line. A moment of weakness that he needs to fight through otherwise he'll never get over his problems.

Matt steps back over to Deneil and looks him up and down and walks past him towards the door again, "Fuck you."

Deneil is already in the bar, playing owner/manager/security all at the same time. His bulky figure hugged tightly by his signature black leather jacket pushes through the crowd as he keeps an eye on everything. Even though it's his older brother's bar, the managers they've had over the years always turn out to be hopeless so Deneil always checks in to make sure everything is up to Khan standards as the club is near hand to him. The attendants here don't see Deneil as a celebrity, bar a few fans who make a day out of seeking out the club in the hope of seeing him or Billy. He's local, has power over the place and has a very short fuse so club goers actually try to avoid him. Deneil's like the police in this place.

The front doors burst open and a young, gaunt gentleman in a dirty white shirt is propelled out. He lands on the pavement with a thud and the guards don't bat an eyelid as it's a usual sight. Deneil stands in the doorway after ejecting the guy and tries as stern as his comical, high pitched Cockney accent allows him to. "The bartenders are not there for you to piss on! Don't ever come back here. I know your fucking rat looking face now!" He didn't even notice Drew entering until he was stood right next to him in the doorway. "Drew? Mate, good to see ya! What you doing down here, then?"

Deneil returns the handshake and his face immediately lights up after seeing someone he knows. The excitement of being boss of the club for the night is wearing thin and a friendly face is a breath of fresh air among the people Deneil's had to interact with tonight. "I'm down here most nights of the week now, keeping an eye on things. This is where you'll find me. Aside from the fact I just had to mop up piss and have man handled a junkie or two tonight, I'm great at the moment. How about you, bruv?" Deneil holds the door open for Drew just as the man on the ground grumbles a few obscenities, which Deneil hears. The rapper runs over and kicks the guy in the stomach, again, the security turn a blind eye. "You want to say that again, cunt chops!?" Deneil holds a hand up to his ear, waiting for a reply but the wasted guy just groans and tries to get back up onto his feet. "Drew, you want to get a few kicks in?" Deneil calls out, holding onto the guy by the shirt.

Deneil comically kicks the guy in the backside, causing his to stumble along the street. Drew's first impression of Deneil was right in many respects. He's always been the most laid back in the family and rarely rises to any sort of heat. He's always has the same bad temper as his siblings but could control it a lot easier. Lately though he's just been finding it hard to subdue his rages on account of Billy getting on his nerves and the fact that he feels like his relationship with his fiancee Mandy is pretty much nonexistent now that she's away working on a new album across the globe. "Nah, mate. He ain't connected. I know all the gangs around here. I used to be part of one. That wanker probably just works weekends at a shitty supermarket, had a few too many alcopops and got a bit too big for his boots." Deneil places a hand on Drew's back and motions him through the crowd and towards the bar area. "What's new with you, man? If life's all good, we can have free drinks to celebrate. If life's got you feeling like shit...we can have free drinks to drown your sorrows" he laughs, open up his arms and presenting the bar in front of them like it's his pride and joy. Even though Billy owns the place, Deneil does enough work to merit freebies.

"Yeah, I'm sure. My judgement about someone has only ever been off once. That resulted in me getting stabbed in the side and almost dying. Like I said, it was only once though. You'll be fine." Deneil doesn't even turn the stabbing scenario into a joke. He just says it very casually and matter of fact. Knives and gang crime have always been part of everyday conversation with Deneil due to the upbringing he had. It's nothing serious to him. "Well, I don't know who Alessia Cara is but if you think we could make a mint out of this song then I say we should go for it. Thinking about re-carpeting my bedroom. Gonna need some money, bruv." Deneil laughs and unzips his jacket. "You can double up as much as you want. What you want to tell me about first though; the good half or the shit half? I need to know which drinks to order."