The current scene at the dingy pub looked like something out of a ‘Sopranos’ show, from the sitting arrangement to the tense atmosphere. Donna’s presence exuded power from all angles, and here I thought my wife was deadly. She was out gendered but that did not dull her powerful aura one bit, not even with Quentin, the literal giant in the room, who seemed to occupy half of it on his own. Scanning my numerous eyes around the table, I spotted the newlyweds, decked in some bootleg version of camo clothes, they had gotten here first and sat at a booth, groping each other despite the salty looks they got from some of the patrons. One of them was actually a child because they just stuck out their tongue at one of the patrons that glared at them. They’d barely taken three sips of their drinks whe
