Rough evening

I took another look around the bar before I took another sip of water. Not many people realize this, but there are plenty of things to drink in a bar besides alcohol. I never actually liked the whole bar scene, but something was going down. It was in the cards, and the cards are never wrong.
Seemingly on cure the entire place goes silent. I turn around to see what the lack of commotion is about and see a bedraggled man in the doorway. He forces his way through the crowd, throwing people a lot higher than he should be able to and makes his way to me.
Now me, I try not to make enemies, but this usually works against me. Most of the time it works against me so badly, that I make enemies of people I have never met before. I thought that this was another one of those times.

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