At Jack's words, Vance looked up so suddenly, that the beer he was about to pour into his mouth sloshed down his front instead. Vance glared at Glen as if he was to blame for the spilled beer, while high-pitched peals of laughter erupted from Nora.
"Tart!" the man erupted, as he pushed his chair back from the table, making the legs screech against the wooden floor.
Vance stalked off towards the restroom, ignoring Nora's biting voice as she reprimanded him for the name-calling. Obviously not liking to be ignored, Nora got up from the table as well and stomped after Vance, barging straight into the men's room without hesitation. Muffled cries of surprise sounded and two strangers exited hurriedly from the restroom, zipping their flies as they went. The voices if Nora and Vance could be heard dimly as the bar had gone dead quiet, however were drowned yet again in the general atmosphere of noise as the rest of the tenants continued with their interrupted conversations.
James leaned back, with a small smile on his face, looking relaxed. He was more than used to this sort of thing. Glen, on the other hand, looked utterly befuzzled.
"What'd he look so mad at me for?" he asked in a blustery manner, "I didn't make his spill his beer!"
by James S. Potter Fri Nov 09, 2012 9:58 pm
