“Listen, pal—I don’t know who you think you are...” Jonny barely looked up from where he was hunched over at the bar, his fingers drumming against his glass. He stood, finishing the amber liquor before looking him over. “But know this: you’re no one.” He raised his hand and smashed the glass over the man’s head, watching him crumple to the floor. A grin stretched across his features before he looked up at the rest of the bar. “Any more assholes in here?”









