A big burly guy took a swing at me. I ducked and then came up under his chin with my right fist so hard that he got some free dental work out of the deal.
I grabbed Mason and started shoving him toward the emergency exit in the back.
"Why go this way?" Mason asked.
"Because," I said over the commotion, "those cats that came to our table will be waiting for us out front and I want the upper hand."
I pushed open the emergency exit and we walked right into the two guys with trench coats.
And pistols...
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Sorry Jake, I gave you pretty bad advice in the previous drabble 🥴
Christopher over 2 years ago
No problem. He'd already done it anyway!