The music changed once again and people roared in excitement.
Reyona automatically leaned back from the stench of stale breath and the alcohol wafting from the bald man in front of her.
The man took that as an invitation and dropped into the chair opposite her.
Reyona looked at the bar and saw that everyone had returned to their business.
It seemed she was no longer interesting since she didn’t choke on her bile.
Though the effect of the drink was still singing through her blood, the zing was fast disappearing at the leery look the big man opposite her tossed her way.
He was looking at the front zipper on her outfit in a way that discomforted Reyona.
Refusing to let a fool who couldn’t handle his drink add to her sour mood, Reyona looked away from him and tried to enjoy the music.
