"Jesus, the guy is drinking tar... I think we got us a sussy baka."
"A 'what?'" Putting down his pint glass, he did a double take to the smallest of the group in genuine confusion.
"Never heard of sussy baka, hah! What a boomer!"
"Total boomer..."
"Anyways, Craw, c'mon, come sit with us. Stick around with that creep and you'll start growin' white hair."
"For real."
"Can you guys just... not? I thought this stuff ended with school."
"Hey, you can't keepusout of the game!"
"Never gonna quit."
"Woop woop!"
Duane, the one in the middle, possibly the leader, had his hair dyed red. The one to his right, green, and the smallest of the bunch had blue frosted brown hair that was so dark, along with the blue, that it was scarcely distinguishable but being so close to the light helped.
"Oh gosh..." Julie cringed, resting part of her forehead and her eyes in her hand, elbow propped on the table.
Glug, glug, glug...
CLUNK.
"I'll pay the tab... we'll get the food to-go." He pushed himself up from the table as he slid out, side-eyeing the trio who made some room for him but still gave a hard look. Albeit, the smallest of the group, his sneer diminished as Chris got to standing up straight.
"Okay, Chris..." She began to scoot out, but then snapped her attention to Dingus Duane as he threw a hand on her shoulder, keeping her seated.
"No, stay..." He pat her on the shoulder, giving her a brief grin and a nod, then looked up at the creep who had been with her. The prison rat who drinks tar. "You can go, though... by all means." He side-stepped, a hand still on Julie's shoulder, and the other gesturing to the front door.
Christopher took a step forth, his head craned down as he glared at the punk with his teeth bared.
"I...highly...suggest, that you take you hand off of her right fucking now." His right-hand was clenched and clenched tightly, tempting to grip the bastard and throw him across the room... but he tempered his anger as best he could.
"I don't think so, jailbird," he replied. "Guys? I think it’s best this boomer fuck off, don't you?" He glanced to them with a grin along with a chuckle at his own joke.
Chris moved quickly as he looked away, shooting a hand to the guy's throat but only to grasp him, not to choke him, which would be all too easy.
A quick breath came in through the guy's mouth and nose, releasing Julie instantly to grasp the man's wrist.
"And suppose I don't feel like it? Suppose I feel like... hangin' 'round... yeh wanna try n'makeme go? That it?" With a light shove, the leader with wide and shocked eyes along with pearly teeth showing, gripped his own throat, and glanced to his comrades.
Three against one...
"Yeah well if you won't goyourself!"he cried, some guests of the restaurant glancing over, "We can sure as shitmakeyou! Outside, you... you ch-..." Almost said child abuser, but he wasn't in high school anymore, he was of adult age, "Y'fuckin'loser."He spat, and lead the way out of the restaurant, glancing repeatedly back at the asshole who continued to stare on and had dared to grasp him by the throat.
"And here's... your..." A woman arrived with a tray, slowing as she noticed the man standing and looking intently. Faintly heard voices amidst the din of customers as she descended the stairs to the main level.
"Julie." He looked to her. "Pack up the meals and call a cab." A glance to their waitress, "Doggy-bags please. To-go boxes... sorry." He looked away from her and marched to the front door, the waitress and Julie sharing a look with one more confused and the other more concerned. "Jules! 'Least twenty percent." At the door he pulled out his wallet, full of cash, and gestured tossing it to her. She brought her hands up and he gave it a toss.
Julie leaned out of the way, lunged for it, missed, and it hit the wall next to her and his wallet bounced down to the seat near the wall. She scooped it up and tucked it into her purse for the time being until the bill came, her heart pitter-pattering as she anxiously worried about what would happen outside...
She took feverish glances to the windows, seeing what she could see as she unplated the food into separate containers, the waitress fetching the bill.
Chris walked away from the door, his back to the restaurant, and the three late-teen fellows who went to school with Julie kept a good proximity around him as they followed, grinning.