Sitting at a table near the stage, but to the extreme right side of the club, Trent surveyed the crowd. The act before Bree had just finished, and the jukebox was playing. A few couples were dancing. Plenty of beer was flowing, and the crowd was fairly rowdy for a weeknight.
The environment seemed a little off to him, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on the why of it. He’d seen three bouncers earlier and knew they were big guys who could probably handle just about anybody individually, but some of these packs of cowboys who’d had a little too much to drink might be a problem if they decided to get even more loud and rambunctious.
Bree had been playing all sorts of venues recently, from theaters to larger bars like this one. Most of the time, people had come to hear the music and would sit down and shut up once she started playing. But as Trent took a sip of his beer, he had to wonder if this group might be slightly different.
