You didn't hear it. The door slammed behind me and I fished the car keys from my jeans. Bill was still raving on inside, loud enough that I could hear him clearly from my car. I stood there, holding my car door open, listening for the newcomer's response. There was no sound for a minute, and then I heard dice clattering on the bar.
Nobody gets boxcars on the first roll.
Roll em' again, goddamn it. I couldn't make out what the newcomer said, but I could hear Bill's slurred reply. A beer glass tipped over, followed by the sound of someone scuffling to his feet. Then there was a sickening splat of flesh against flesh followed by stumbling noises and a loud thud. More laughter and shouting.