"What does all that bullshit mean? Talk english."
"Basically," Andrew began uncomfortably, "Mitchell met some girl at
Houston's while we were having dinner. They talked for a while and the
next thing I know he's paying for her and her girlfriend's dinner. They
made plans to hook up after she dropped her girls off. She was going to
meet him at some place called Luna Park, but we decided to go listen to
some jazz. She said that she would meet him wherever he planned to be
for the night. She came to the club and they had a few drinks together.
She told him she was going to go and dance and to come with her. He
didn't want to though. He told her he would just watch from the table.
That's when things got wild."
"What do you mean things got wild?" Allen asked as he took notes.
"Well, she started teasing Mitchell. You know like licking her tongue
at him like she was, well you know." Andrew grimaced.
"What suckin' his dick?" Allen said with irritation.
"Yeah." Andrew said with disbelief. "Yeah suckin' his dick."
"Then what happened?"
"Well I could see that it started to affect Mitchell. He started moving
in the seat and grabbing his," Andrew paused, "dick. Then from nowhere
this guy came up from behind her and whispered something in her ear.
She turned around and hugged the guy. He looked like he knew her
from my point of view. Then Mitchell lost it. He rushed the guy and
knocked him to the floor. Once he got on top of the guy, he hit him at
least seven times before I could get there and anyone else to realize what
was going on."
"Where were you during all of this?" Allen asked curiously.
"I was sitting on the other side of the table."
"You didn't think to stop him?"
"I didn't think to stop him because when he got up from the table he
was dancing in their direction. I though he was going to dance with the
girl. But once he got close enough, he took off. I did what I could do."
"It doesn't seem like you did that much."
"If it wasn't for me he would still be in ole boys' shit."
Allen looked at Andrew blankly, as to say right! As Allen wrote the
last bit of information down, Mary entered with the attorney information.
"Mr. Anthony, I don't mean to interrupt, but I have that information
you asked for."
"Thank you Mary. What did you come up with?"
"Well, there are a few that we can go with. There is a Law firm in
Beverly Hills that we used for our contract negotiations, Bell, Winters
and Parker. Then I have a new firm, Maguire and Associates or we can
go with Cochran and Matthews, formerly Cochran and Associates. We
used them for your negotiations with Footlocker."
"Well let's use them again, they're a pretty good commercial firm.
Mary, can you set up a consultation appointment please?"
"Consider it done," Mary said as she walked out writing in her
notepad.
"Why is an attorney needed, all they did was get into a little chicken
fight?" Andrew said as he shrugged his shoulders.
"A chicken fight. You said yourself that he hit him seven times before
anyone could get to him and you call that a chicken fight?"
"Well it didn't seem like the punches that were thrown were
connecting."
"You know," Allen said as he packed up to retrieve Mitchell from the
police station, "you just make sure you tell the attorney what you told
me. We need to cover ourselves."
"What's going to happen to Mitchell?"
"I don't know, that's for the guy he beat up and Mr. Douglas to
decide."