Den of Vipers

putting my back to it. Calm down, Rox, you’ve had worse. Whoever it is, is
just trying to scare you…but to have the cops spooked and in your pocket?
He’s right, high places.
Maybe it would be best to leave, but fuck, this is my home! My goddamn
bar. No. Shaking my head, I push away from the door. Ain’t nobody scaring
me away from here, high places or not.
Prowling to the bar, I pour myself a shot and neck it before slamming the
glass to the wood. Get it together, Rox, ain’t no man making me run. I did it
once, never again. This is my life now, I either stand and fight or die. No
other options.
Decision made, I throw another shot back before turning on the speakers,
letting the music pump through the bar before unlocking the door. It’s
opening time, and threat hanging over my head or not, I gotta work.
I’ll ask around later, though, see what I can hear. If anybody knows
something, it’s the people who come here to drink away the darkness.
I’m busy after that, the place filling up, and I have no time to think on
what someone wants me for. It’s mainly food orders with beer, so I’m just
pulling a pint when the door swings open, revealing four newcomers.
Four people who definitely don’t belong here.