The football game ended. Most of the patrons called it a night and were wandering home or piling into waiting cabs.
All, that is, except the creep.
I’d kept an eye on him after the beer incident, but he mostly kept a low profile for the rest of the night. Foolishly I let my guard down, deciding he wasn’t worth the stress. If he wanted to nurse his beer in an empty bar, fine. Not my concern; I’d get to kick him out soon, anyway.
Finally, there was only two customers left. The creep and some guy slumped over in a booth in the back corner.
Almost done.
As I wiped down the counter, I noticed the creep harassing Tammy over by the empty DJ booth. She’d gone out to collect the empty glasses. He was pressing her up against a pillar, tugging at the tray in her hands.
Ah, s**t.
My heart began
