"Hey, they already said no. A no means a no. Didn't you learn that growing up?"
For a second, the entire club stilled. Even the DJ lowered the volume as the commotion reached him.
Everyone turned their heads toward the group around the table, then shifted their eyes to the bar counter where the voice had come from.
Lynsandra scratched her temple, her vein pulsing as her vision spun slightly. Still, she clearly saw the man holding the staff off the floor.
"Also, put the guy down." She waved weakly. "Go on. Just let him go and leave those poor ladies alone."
Gasps rippled through the crowd, many covering their mouths. Eyes widened as they stared at the drunken woman.
"Doesn't she know who those guys are?" one onlooker whispered. "They're part of the Third Scar."
"Ah, shit…" another hissed. "She's too drunk to realize they're one of the most violent gangs in the city. Even the police tread carefully around them."
