You Can't Threaten Me

The bar attendant laughed hysterically before spitting at James's face.

“You son of a bitch you think your words can threaten me.” He eyed him and threw his face to the other side of the floor

“Really? Is this how you want it to be done right now? Do you want me to keep it tough before you voice out?” He raised his voice at him with a terrified look.

“What happens to talking like two grown-up adults you fool? Are you even leading by example? Why are you attacking me over nothing? What crime have I committed?” The bar attendant shoved James's throat with a different kind of question.

“Are you now using my words against me? What kind of person are you? See, I don't want to disfigure your face differently so just answer the damn question.” James grabbed him by the collar again and raised his head off the ground.

The bar attendant laughed sarcastically, “If I may ask Mr. brokeass, what exactly was the question you asked me?”

James gave a side laugh and licked his lips, “Do you think I
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