Re: Marriot's Bar
"You did promise me a good time," she said in the same cool tone, pulling her hand from his. Shreveport piece of ass, indeed.
The bar was suddenly treated to the sight of Stevie Ray face down on the floor. Sammy had one knee jammed into his back holding his good arm (she wasn't sadistic) behind and levered up as high as it would go without breaking. The floor was particularly unpleasant with all the shoes that had passed over it since the bar opened that day. It took the bar a moment to realize what happened and quiet down as they watched.
"Stevie Ray," the volume of her voice didn't change, though she did take on a chastising tone, "I understand you have some hard feelings, but perhaps you're letting the beer talk you into doing some stupid things. Now, you're a man who knows about choices, am I right? You can choose to continue this confrontation and maybe the sheriff will have to get involved, and then I'll have to do something I really don't want to do, or you can choose to let Jason buy you and your boys a round and you can go back to your game. What do you say?"
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