He was an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at me with a slight stoop of the shoulders, head forward, and a fixed from-under stare which made me think of a charging bull. I stared back at him giving an is-that-all-you-got look.
I strutted towards him "excuse me, is there a problem?" I stated. He stood there about 4 feet away as people began to get off their bar stools and circled around us. I crossed my arms, pushing out my biceps, keeping my distance. The man started to grind his teeth together.
"Didn’t think so" I said as a started to turn back around to my chair. I felt the floor shake with every step he took towards me, I spun around to find him eye-to-eye, well more like eye-to-chest, with me. I slowly looked up to meet his fiery stare.
"You think you could get away with this?" he finally spoke. I could picture is nostrils blowing out rings of smoke just like a cartoon bull would. I knew what I did and apparently so did him. The room became quiet; every person curious to see what will take place.
"First, I don’t know what you’re talking about and second, let’s pretend this never happened and stop this madness so you don’t look like a fool." I smirked. The crowd glanced from his face back to mine, waiting for something to happen. He stepped back and put his hands into his pockets.
"Okay" he said, everyone around us began to make their way back to their seats. I looked around and started back to my chair. The floor shook as I slowly walked; I felt a gorilla hand grab my shoulder. There I was facing the bull and out went the lights.
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