The atmosphere in this small store was a little unusual.
Amber and I sat at the only table that was still standing. We chatted and drank, trying the snacks I brought over.
Next to us were three unconscious men, who were laying on the ground. The rest of the men shivered in the corner. As a result of their injuries, their faces were pale. They tried their hardest to resist the pain and not make a sound.
Outside the store, quite a lot of people were attracted to the commotion. They cautiously peered into the store. Once they saw the scene inside, they gasped and ran away, frightened.
It was around one in the morning, but Amber and I continued to drink with no signs of slowing down.
Drunk, Violet dropped the proper dining etiquette and picked up the buffalo chicken wing with her bare fi
