The patron stepped unsteadily towards the bouncer, trying
to loom over him.
“Whacha gonna do bout it?” he asked.
“See those big guys over there?” the bouncer asked,
pointing to the other security staff in the corner.
“Do you know why they're over there? Sitting down.
Leaning against the wall. It’s because they wanna see the show.”
The drunk’s brow scrunched in confusion.
“You’re gonna leave this bar. You can pay your tab with
money and leave quietly, or you can pay your tab with teeth and leave unconscious.”
The bouncer’s right foot slid back and his shoulders
dropped menacingly.
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