Hey, the heat of the moment can get the best of us. I mean, the thrill of spontaneity, plus alcohol (I'm assuming it was involved since this story does, after all, take place within the confines of a bar), plus perhaps some kind of interest in exhibitionism or whatever, means that sometimes people feel compelled to show their affection for one another in public.

Hey, whatever. If it's not getting in the way of me and my beer, I don't really care. Maybe you do; I don't know, I guess it's kind of unsightly to see people pawing at one another right there for all the world to see.

But you might want to put a halt to your base-running when some masked dudes with guns show up. I mean, really, that's just generally sound thinking--avoiding anyone with a mask and a gun at all costs.

But hey, I guess it's like that Asia song: the Heat of the Moment. While you check the story below, I will be punching myself in the head repeatedly for referencing the band Asia.