"All right, anyway, time to get moving," Addy says, and heads for the door. They've never been one to stay still for too long.
"We didn't even decide where we're going yet," Diego points out.
As you turn back to ask Addy exactly where they're trying to lead all of you, you see someone stumble towards you, but not in time to move out of the way. Barry Michaels, the perpetually drunk lobsterman, slams into you, knocking you off balance and spilling your drink all over his flannel shirt.
"What the hell?" Barry yells, his breath stinking of cheap whiskey. "Look at this! It's all over the damn place!"
"Hey, you're the one who ran into them!" Addy says, suddenly at your side.
Though usually unimpressive with his slouched posture, compact frame, messy dirty blonde hair, and general air of incompetence, with one inhale Barry stands taller and walks right up close to you. The other patrons of Sandy's go quiet as they watch, though nobody so much as budges to step in. It's not like this is a confrontation between high schoolers. Barry is in his early thirties, and as sloppy and disoriented as he is, he could still do some serious damage. Maybe if it were another kid and not you, some of the adults here would intervene.
"I don't like your attitude," he says to Addy, then turns to you. "You think you're tough too, kid? No, take a look at you. Wait a minute…"
Barry narrows his eyes, then something clicks into place. "I know you. You're that kid who everyone's saying is a murderer." After looking you up and down again, he erupts into laughter. "Okay, killer. You had better apologize to me, don't you think?" Barry asks, planting himself there with no sign of moving on without that apology. "Well? I'm waiting."
So many eyes are on you. You need to end this before it has a chance to blow up and news travels around town that you've gotten yourself in trouble once again.