Isaac's POV
"While you're laughing, you will think of an apology to make to me before I decide you look better dead or worse, in jail," I said to him.
"You don't have that kind of power and you know it," the man tried, fear seeping into his voice.
"Would you like to try me? After all, the artras did make that prison. I don't see anything wrong with putting it to good use. Someone as barbaric as you surely needs some time to reflect on his life's choices," I continued, standing up from the chair to approach him. the alcohol stung my eyes and irritated me for it had been made quite pungent.
"Would you boys at least take this outside? Gruff apologize to my customer…"
"Or else what…" the man spat.
