Battle at the Bingo Bar

Last night went to a bingo meeting with a strange woman (that would be a first). Before going in I ordered a rum and blackcurrant at the bar. The woman had her own drink. Another man pushed in front of me and a scuffle developed. This guy was quite a handful, forearms like Popeye. During the scuffle my drink appeared but it was green. I started arguing with the barman, saying it should be a dark red colour. I was then battling on two fronts and behind on points. Everything was upset, the drinks, the bar, people around me, I awoke in my anguish.
Talk about internal conflicts, jealousies, stop and go colours etc.