Chapter 286: Argument at the bar
Across the city, in a dimly lit upscale bar, the atmosphere grew tense as Gabriel’s drunken voice cut through the low hum of music and conversation.
"I said fill my glass," he barked, slapping his palm hard against the counter, causing a few patrons nearby to glance over. His eyes were bloodshot, his face flushed, and his words slurred. Despite clearly having had more than enough, he wasn’t finished.
The bartender, calm but visibly irritated, stood his ground. "Sir, you’ve had enough. It’s late. You should call it a night."
Gabriel’s glare sharpened. "Who the hell are you to tell me when to leave?" he growled. "Do you even know who I am? I could buy this whole damn bar if I wanted to. You are messing with the wrong man."
Unimpressed, the bartender remained cool. "This place is full of people with money and names. You are not the first, and you are not special," he replied flatly. "Let me call someone from your house to come get you." He stretched his hand toward me. "Give me your phone."
That only lit Gabriel’s fuse further. "Uh..." He waved dismissively, his mouth twisting in annoyance. He leaned across the counter, sneering. "Don’t you mock me. I can get home just fine without your pity. You have no idea who you are messing with. I can make you disappear from here in a blink."
He continued rumbling.
With a shake of the head, the bartender turned his attention elsewhere, serving another customer as if Gabriel didn’t exist.
Gabriel’s voice rose again. "Hey... Are you ignoring me now? I’m paying you. Why won’t you serve me?" His tone grew desperate with each word he uttered.
But the bartender didn’t respond. He wiped the counter and continued his work, completely dismissing the outburst.
Fuming, Gabriel stood, nearly knocking over his barstool, and jabbed a finger in the bartender’s direction. "You stupid moron... You have no idea who you are dealing with. You are done. You’ll never work here again. I’ll erase you from this place. Soon, someone will replace you."