"Oi!" Chuck shouts, his easy, relaxed mood from a moment earlier gone in the blink of an eye. While he can understand perfectly well getting upset about being on the receiving end of a spilled beer, certain that he wouldn't have taken to it well himself, there's a far cry between an accident and this, the guy's reaction, in his opinion, totally uncalled for. Even if that weren't the case, he still wouldn't be alright with it. Newt is his friend now; what's more, just like he's said, he's a hero, a rock star, partially responsible for closing the Breach and ending the war with the kaiju. No stranger in a bar gets to treat him like this, especially when Newt's been quick to offer an apology for the spilled drink.

Hopping off his bar stool and to his feet, he takes a step forward, shoving the guy away from them both as he does. "You don't push him around, right? This man —"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," the guy cuts in with a dark, utterly amused laugh, the mockery in his voice clear when he continues. "Saved the world."

That, Chuck won't stand for. No one here — well, no one else, now — gets it, he's known that since the day he arrived. Maybe this frustration has been building up inside him since then, even having gotten confirmation now that what he did wasn't for nothing. Or maybe it's just that he's always been quick to anger, something the amount he's had to drink probably hasn't helped with. Either way, it doesn't matter much. Not hesitating a moment, he throws a hard punch, fist colliding with the man's jaw.