It was boisterous at Tuck’s. Someone bumped me from behind, spilling my drink on the large man next to me.
“Hey, what’s the big idea?” The man responded with sodden belligerence and a shove.
“What’s your problem? It was an accident.” I responded, trying to keep my ire in check.
“What’s your problem?” he shot back.
“Woah, man,” I said, raising my palms, “it was an accident.”
“I’ll make you look like an accident.”
“Is there a problem?” An enormous man asked, glaring at the drunk.
“I was just leaving,” the man said after seeing the size of the bouncer.