No, the bartender and owner comes up and demands you hand over your precious rum.
This may be Torchline, but I do insist on some rules. Not being a total fucking twat and disregarding common retail courtesies is one of them. Also, if you break it, you buy it. There’s no compromising here.
I raise an eyebrow at his refusal to hand the flask over. It’s when I stop listening. He somehow thinks he’s entitled to exceptions, to compromising and making deals, and I fucking hate that sense of entitlement. Especially from men. As soon as he finishes his little speech, I jump in. “No, we’re not good. Like I said, my bar - my booze. And my rules.” I’ve got enough patrons that I won’t miss this guy’s money. With a tone that says there’s no more room for negotiation, I tell him flatly, “Get out.”
The people around us have paused, briefly, at hearing me tell someone to leave. Most are strangers, but there are a few I recognize and trust to back me up if the dick doesn’t leave quietly.
This may be Torchline, but I do insist on some rules. Not being a total fucking twat and disregarding common retail courtesies is one of them. Also, if you break it, you buy it. There’s no compromising here.
I raise an eyebrow at his refusal to hand the flask over. It’s when I stop listening. He somehow thinks he’s entitled to exceptions, to compromising and making deals, and I fucking hate that sense of entitlement. Especially from men. As soon as he finishes his little speech, I jump in. “No, we’re not good. Like I said, my bar - my booze. And my rules.” I’ve got enough patrons that I won’t miss this guy’s money. With a tone that says there’s no more room for negotiation, I tell him flatly, “Get out.”
The people around us have paused, briefly, at hearing me tell someone to leave. Most are strangers, but there are a few I recognize and trust to back me up if the dick doesn’t leave quietly.
quid pro quo
ain't nothin in this life for free
RAZA
Base Code by Sky!
