Theodore
A huge guy who I recognize from the IT crowd, and who was frowning at me from the corner, is now reared up before us. “How the hell do you find this s**t funny?”
“I didn’t find anything funny. I was just telling my friend about our co-worker who disappeared, and I don’t think we were laughing about it, weren’t we?” I bite back, not caring about keeping it down, as they don’t like me anyway.
As expected for such an dumb muscle, he doesn’t take my retort too well and points a finger at me, barking, “Watch your damn mouth, you cheap-ass gigolo. I heard you joking about it before, but this is it.”
“I never—” I start, but he leaps forward, grabbing the collar of my shirt.
Gasps resound from around us, and I could swear I can hear Gilda shout at him through the fog building in
