The first thing Rory noticed when stepping into the usually laid-back bar was the tension in the air. He surveyed the room with hard eyes, tightening his stance and ready to draw his weapon at the first sign of trouble.
It was absurdly obvious that the room was separated into two different camps, one grouped together around the bar, and the other bunched up in the farthest corner near a window. The middle of the room was completely unoccupied, except for some poor sod who’d passed out on his table, probably before this ludicrous showdown began. Now, the guy started awake at the sudden silence, took in his perilous position in one glance, and fled past Rory out the doors.
The group by the bar seemed apprehensive, but most of its ire was directed toward the group in the corner. The corner
