"What are you guys looking at?"
The man who had just called Onyx a disgusting animal spoke again. He was swaying slightly on his feet, his hand gripping the back of a nearby chair just to stay upright.
He was accompanied by two other men who didn't look much better. All three were dressed in high-quality silks that were now wrinkled and stained with god-knows-what. Based on the way he was talking and the way his head lolled to the side—he was very drunk.
'Who the hell gets drunk this early in the morning?'
Verc asked himself. He glanced at the large clock hanging on the far wall. If he had to estimate, it was just about 9 AM right now. Most people were just starting their breakfast or heading out for business, yet these three looked like they had been face-down in a barrel for the last twelve hours.
TAP-
As the drunkard stepped closer, Verc noticed the change in the air right next to him. Tatum and Jed weren't taking the insult lightly
