C62 Bar fight

I saw that the woman was pretty good-looking, only around the age of eighteen or nineteen. She looked like she was about to apologize, but then she suddenly heard an ear-piercing curse.

"F * ck you, brat, you can't even hold a fucking bottle steadily, are you doing this on purpose?"

The one who spoke was a fat guy who was standing beside me. He had a ferocious expression on his face