Hunt or Be Hunted
You feel yourself get hoisted out of the bar stool by the scruff of your coat. Your feet are dangling inches off the floor. You are a mere three inches away from a furious face.
"So you think your fucking tough boy?!" Bellows your father
His brow arches downward into a scowl.
"So you think your fucking tough boy?!" Bellows your father
His brow arches downward into a scowl.