In the realm of responses Jerry could imagine, this wasn't the worst. It wasn't a good one either.

One thing he did know is that Sven was in no shape to be riding a bike. A few drinks in and pissed off was not safe. Jerry stepped right in front of the bike, straddling the front wheel and stiff arming the handle bars to stop Sven from going anywhere.

"No." Jerry rarely got like this. Usually he was laid back. "You're not in your right mind."

Sven was going to have to fight him or run him down if he wanted to go off on his bike.