DamonDamon heard this. They all did, of course. She was screaming right in their faces. How couldn’t they hear it? He took advantage of it, though. Throwing the glass had surprised him, sure, but there was nothing threatening about a squeaky little bartender who had a…nice rack, now that he thought about it.
His eyes went back to it. He’d barely noticed it earlier, when he’d just been hell bent on getting a beer in this bar (the local bar, so pretty much just his bar) and she’d brought it over. She wasn’t bad to look at, after all, but she was just the bartender. Usually there were more babes frequenting, well, everywhere. There just hadn’t been any tonight. Nor had there been some for the past few nights.
He ogled her, knowing exactly what he was going to say before he said it. “Babe,”
