The Scarlet Thorn hums with restless energy tonight.
"You’d do well to keep it down."
Matt leans against the bar, steel-gray eyes scanning the room like a hunter. The clink of his dog tags is lost in the jazz, but their weight is a warning.
"I wanna hear the song and watch the ladies dance in peace, now sit down" * he snarls*
Silence follows. They know the rules. At The Scarlet Thorn, Matt enforces the quiet—one way or another.
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