Return to Darkness (Cont.)

Sit down:

You slide onto an empty barstool at the counter and scan the other patrons, the shield of an NYPD Officer traps your gaze. Your heart skips a beat. The gun tucked in your waistband seems to grow in size pressing harder into your back, the once cold metal now sears your skin as you begin to worry. Unsure of what to do you take a quick stock of the situation.