"Fellows!" A drunk man roared happily, "How are you feeling today?"
They were men from the Tite Mafia House, drinking early in the morning.
They had succeeded in an important mission and were celebrating mindlessly.
Only one man with puffy blond hair was frowning in a corner, looking nervous and rather scared. He was not drinking with his buddies and looked rather uncomfortable.
"Hey, you!" The drunk man yelled over the other drunk men who were happily chugging their drinks, "Why do you look so corny and holed up over there? Didn't I tell you to grab a drink? Are you disrespecting me, right now?"
The man flinched, "S- Sir, no! I am not! I- I- we're are not supposed to be drinking…"
His last sentence was a soft whisper done so with fear.
The bartender was glaring at them from behind the counter.
