"f**k! Let go of me!" The man's face twisted in fury as his left fist slammed hard onto the bar counter.
"It won't do any good. Letting go won't change anything," Owen taunted, not the least bit afraid of pissing him off even more.
Before things could escalate further, I called security over and said, "I saw this guy drop something into the girl's glass. When I stopped him, he got pissed and started causing trouble."
When I showed security the suspicious drink, the victim seemed to realize what had almost happened.
"Listen up, buddy. You're not welcome here. If you don't leave, we'll hand you over to the cops!" Security grabbed the tattooed man's shoulder and warned him, "Got it?"
Seeing that the guy wasn't making a move to resist, security gave Owen a quick nod, and Owen immediately
