“Let’s go, son of a b***h, come close!” Michael mumbled through split lips. He pointed the sharp cue at the colored man.
He was about to attack him, when the man stopped him.
“NO! DON’T MOVE! OKAY!”
He was still speaking when he beckoned the four other men to leave. Finally, he said, “Let’s quit… He’s mad…”
The five men left the place, leaving Michael, who was holding what remained of the cue in his hand, and Sten, who had watched everything without saying a word, alone. Michael threw the pieces of wood on the floor once they were alone. Then he turned to the counterman. Disorder was all around.
“Sorry, Sten, sorry…”
While he was trying to apologize for what he had done, he put one hundred dollars on the counter, trying to repair the damage done in the pub. They glanced at each other
