"Uh, sorry man", Doylestown was nonchalant. He turned back to the bartender when he found out that the big guy behind was whining because some of his liquor poured on him.
"The shots pls" Doylestown scratched his hair and drummed his fingers on the desk as he waits for the complete shots.
He felt some wired breath on his neck. It was hot and steamed. His hand went for his neck, suddenly the big guy grabbed it and flung Doylestown from the bartender's desk sending him to crash into couples of empty chairs and tables.
Mumbles rose immediately.
"This is turning into a fight".
"The little man is a dead meat, he shouldn't have acted ignorantly".
"Let's give some space to avoid hurting ourselves".
"I said look at what you did to my jacket b***h!" The man roared.
Doylestown was still stru
