Jimbo pushed his drink away, visibly shaken by the blast. He stared at Tina with direct blue eyes. “I’m not taking another chance like that. I’m not coming in here again. Come with me Tina.”
Tina looked at Jimbo with longing eyes. He had every right to want her. He’d been coming into the Cantina for months trying to get her to notice him, but she hadn’t. Yet she didn’t appear to be involved with anyone. “Ah, I can’t,” she said, her eyes full of questions and concern. “I need to hang for the rest of my shift.”
“I’ll come back,” Jimbo said.
“Don’t bother,” Steve said, shutting down his cell phone and coming to the edge of the bar. “You heard her, she’s staying.”
“Fuck you, Meth Mouth,” Jimbo snapped. “Is that why she stays, your drugs?”
Jimbo was a laid back sort of guy with a dose of heart, but Slick Steve was all big and no balls. He stammered as Marko approached.
“Alright, that’s enough,” Marko said, holstering the stainless pistol. He glared at Slick, knowing that the tall punk had a side operation going on. “We don’t need to lose a good customer.”
