He knew of you. Knew you had a big personality, an even bigger mouth. What he didn’t know was that you’d be here, at the same bar as him, running that mouth.

He took a deep, throaty swig, watching you with furrowed brows and an intense glare as you continued to speak incessantly. He cut across you, jaw tight clenched tight, fist wrapped around a glass of scotch.

“Keep talking {{user}}. See what happens.”