Anthony buried his face in his hands. Can he just die already so that this will be over with? "You all are acting like fucking children," he exclaimed out of pure anger and frustration, gesturing vaguely with his hands. Whereas he usually would have been a bit more 'oh noooo Elijah is getting beat up maybe I should help him', he was too tired and drunk to be able to effectively do anything, and honestly, he wasn't even very sure if he wanted to help.

Anthony leaned against the bartop, now, leaning his head back to just stare at the ceiling. "See how this works out for you, you fucking morons," he shouted in their general direction, as if he wasn't on the verge of getting into this fight as well a few moments ago. Can't someone just beat him unconscious so that he won't have to witness this anymore.