Things had quieted for a long time. I started to entertain hopeful notions we might escape the day without bloodshed, until a rather overzealous football fan subtly added his voice to those of the other aggressors. Not subtle enough however, as his act failed to escape my notice.
Another man, whose name sounded like the textbook definition of overcompensating masculinity, voiced his displeasure quite blatantly at the cooling tensions in the room. I'm not sure if there's just something in the water or if that's swine I smell. .
This feels like a stitch-up. Must investigate further.