Faith doesn’t remember when he started drinking, nor the amount drinks he’s consumed. He’s always been told drinking doesn’t solve problems, only creates more. That’s definitely what it’s doing now. One minute he was walking and having his shoulder bumped into, then the next he’s in a fist fight. He’s got the jerk in chokehold by this point, choking them slightly with what strength he has in his arms. He gets elbowed in the guts several times and grunts, still not letting up even when the elbowing hurts his ribs and stomach. “Fucking bitch.” he managed to grit out. There’s struggling and suddenly they’re both tumbling into someone else to the ground.