Bully Me
the guy looked about at his mates.
"Just go back to your table, you fucking weirdo," one of the others piped up.
The first guy flinched as Jayce reached over and grabbed the now empty glass bottle from between his legs and again as Jayce smashed it against the table.
Since the band had started setting up, the sound of smashing glass was masked by the distortion of the guitar.
Jayce turned to the guy with the attitude and pushed the jagged edges up to his jugular vein.
"Jayce, please," Lexi cried, turning up her nose. "Please, let's just go somewhere else. I heard this band sucks, anyway and this place smells like cat piss. Come on... Please?"