Ava spit the words out in sarcasm that Joen lost his mind and smashed the table. The other group of people on the other table stopped eating and looked their way.
“What did you say?”
“You want me to say it again? You’re a f*****g loser. You want to punch me? Come on, let’s prove how a great f*****g loser you are.”
Ava had dangerously provoked Joen, but he sure was on his right mind and does not even make a fist, but the boys held him tightly in case he loses his mind.
“No, let him go. If you dare hit me, you’re a f*****g piece of trash. If you don’t get you ass out of here and find her, you’re a f*****g loser.”
He only looked at her for a second and slowly sat on his seat at the same time the bottles of beer was put to the table. He immediately took one and was to gulp it when Ava too
