He didn't see the fist coming at all - smash it went into his head with and a loud crack like an egg breaking - and the goon was down, tumbling over chairs and knocking bottles over. 

 - Lights out, darlin'. - McKinney cooed. 

 - Jesus, you killed him! - the girl's high pitch was about as pleasant as a rusty doorknob. He could tell she didn't give a fat fuck, was making a show for the sake of it, but somehow it wasn't as fun as he hoped. He knew he end up sleeping with her anyway.