The heavy bass of the club pounded around Owen as he downed his third drink, his gaze dark and unseeing as he sat isolated at the bar. When he finally slid off his stool to head for the restroom, a tall man appeared suddenly in his path, making him stumble.
"Watch it," Owen snarled, a bit of his drink splashing onto his shoes. "You don't know who you're dealing with."
The man raised an eyebrow, smirked, and stepped aside without a word, letting Owen stumble past him toward the restroom.
Inside, Owen splashed water on his face, oblivious to the group of men quietly filing in behind him. One checked the stalls, each door slamming with an ominous echo as they ensured the restroom was empty. Satisfied, they exchanged brief nods and fanned out, cutting off any escape.
"What do you want?" Owen muttered irritably, catching sight of their reflections in the mirror.
