The men turned toward my voice instantly. I could feel their attention snapping to me like magnets pulled by iron. Their boots scraped against the wooden floor, and I heard one of them c**k a gun.
“Who the hell said that?” One growled, his tone heavy with menace.
I smirked, though I couldn’t see him—not yet. “You’re the one interrupting my drink, and you’re asking who’s talking? I don't think I am supposed to be going home now. I was having a bad day, and you losing just added to it!"
"Wait? Did he just yell at us?" One of them said with anger.
"Are you talking to us, blind boy?" another voice boomed.
"Just go home, boy. This is none of your business."
I recognize the vibe at once. It was the attendant. "Trust me, it wasn't, but it just became my business. I am going to take down
