them when they clearly weren’t.
And third, perhaps Snod’s very favorite, it granted them the wonderful delusion that they were
invincible, and it was a lot of fun to show them that they weren’t.
Eyes ever watchful, he had noticed that a short man at the bar was being rather aggressive with the
bartender. She forced a smile and continued to serve him, but she was obviously in distress.
Snod was already stalking across the room as the man reached out to grope at the bartender’s rear
over the counter. “Don’t touch her,” he snarled. “This is not a proper place for courting, and she has
already refused you numerous times. Back off.”
“C’mon, buddy,” the man laughed, playfully shoving Snod. “Just having a good time here! That’s all!”
Growling, Snod snatched the man’s wrist and jerked it back with a sickening crunch.
The man screamed, as did a few of the startled patrons quickly scattering from all the commotion.
Snod whipped the man’s head against the bar, smiling happily as he crumpled to the floor.
Oh, it had been so very long since he’d been able to use any of his training, and he very much enjoyed
feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline. He grabbed the man by the back of his coat, cheerfully
dragging him out front and letting him spill out onto the sidewalk.
The man whimpered, cradling his broken wrist and cursing loudly.
Snod was grinning from ear to ear. Finally, he’d had a successful mission. Protect the staff, bounce
assholes, objective completed.
This job was actually sort of fun.
Snod marched back into the bar with his head held high, surprised when he suddenly felt a hard slap
on his arm. He glanced down to see Rees glaring at him, asking flatly, “What?”
“That was Kevin!” Rees spat angrily. “He’s a regular!”
“I don’t understand,” Snod groaned in frustration, massaging his temple as his headache began to
return. “Because he’s a regular, I allow him to harass the staff?”
“No, you’re supposed to carry his bitch ass outside! You don’t break his fucking arm!” Rees hissed,
smacking at Snod again. “Take it down a notch, Rambo!”
“Rambo?” Snod was lost, but he was certain it wasn’t a compliment.
“Listen,” Rees said sternly, “no more breaking bones! And don’t look at me like I just kicked your
fucking puppy.”
Snod sulked, crossing his arms as he replied haughtily, “Fine! No more broken bones.”
