My earlier thoughts continued to bounce around in my head as I poured another drink. Glancing up, I noticed the two bouncers near the VIP room eyeing the dancers. Red flags went up, as one of them, the heavily built one with a shaved head and a neck tattoo, whispered something into a small earpiece. With alarm bells going off in my head, I shot a glance at Tannin, but she was busy shaking a cocktail and hadn’t noticed the men's behaviour.
As I continued watching the men for a few seconds longer, the music switched back over to a fast-paced tempo, and the bar's rhythm once again picked up, allowing me no time to ponder over exactly what it was about the two men that was setting me off.
As I was topping off the beers I'd poured, behind me a hand slammed down onto the counter, interrupting
