With the silence going away, the frozen scene came back to life.
*BANG*
Suddenly, the counter beneath Lucas' hands broke, not having been made of stones or rocks, fortunately or unfortunately. His cold eyes now about to spew fire, lava even, maybe. He threw the surviving glass in his hand.
*CRACK*
Turning to the shelf of alcoholic drinks, he started throwing the bottles around, soiling the place and turning it upside down.
*BANG* × …
*CRACK* × …
*BOOM* × …
*CRASH* × …
"Aaaargh… F*CK!!!"
He seemed to vent his frustrations, anger, resentment, and hatred, much like the old man had before in his own way.
After emptying himself through all the destruction, or maybe with nothing to use in his vendetta anymore, Lucas calmed down, his breaths like bellows.
