In the shaking bar, colorful neon lights, a man with bandages sat on the sofa in the bar hall shouting loudly.

"Damn it! What kind of cocktail! Can't you change me to something better? Do you think I can't afford it! Get me your manager! "

the wild boy, with his legs cocked, pushed the woman aside and said: "Damn it, the little girl who accompanies wine here has also dropped to this level. What's the matter! Anyone here? Grass! "

yelled and saw that he was still ignored. Wild boy pushed the drinks on the table to the ground for a moment.

the sound of the broken glass bottle...