I hadn’t seen her at all in the last fifteen minutes but she had chosen this moment to come over; figured. When she looked up from the book she was carrying around, she knew in an instant that there was trouble brewing. I had to hand it to her. She sure sucked at being a waitress, but she was pretty damn good at self-preservation. She immediately turned around and scuttled off. I watched as Nathan’s jaw muscles flexed and his hands balled into fists at his sides. Holy dung beetles, shit was about to hit the fan. David reached over and grabbed a beer bottle off a neighboring table. He smashed it on the edge and held it out in front of him. “That chick you’re talking to belongs to me.” David spat out. “Oh, really?” Nathan chuckled, “You think so, do ya?” Before David could see what was coming at him, Nathan smashed his fist into the other man’s face. He had placed so much muscle behind the punch; David ended up spinning once and falling hard to the floor.
