"Shit! How are you going to compensate me?!"
"What are you getting so worked up for? Don't tell me those houses were yours?" Lorne teased.
"I..." Danitz was momentarily at a loss for words, but the thought of his years of savings going down the drain in an instant filled him with rage.
"So what if they were?!"
"Those were the savings I'd built up over years!" Danitz practically squeezed the words out through clenched teeth.
"You actually... you actually..." He stepped forward and grabbed Lorne by the collar.
"Go find King Roy and buy my houses back!"
"Ahem..." Lorne pursed his lips and motioned for Danitz to look around.
The sailors around them had all put down their food and drinks and were staring straight at the two of them.
Clearly, their commotion had already attracted the attention of everyone else in the restaurant.
For a moment, the previously noisy restaurant fell silent.
"Calm down, Danitz." Lorne slowly pried his fingers loose.
"Secrets... remember your secrets..."
"I..." Danitz instantly deflated.
Looking around at the sailors, remembering his recent days of constant anxiety and the savings that might have vanished into thin air, he picked up the glass on the table and drained it.
With the alcohol bolstering his courage, he spoke through gritted teeth.
"Are you trying to provoke me?!"
"Well, you've succeeded!"
"I'll take you down with me..."
A fireball formed in Danitz's hand. Its orange-red glow illuminated the dim restaurant.
This...
The sight stunned the onlookers. As far as they could see, Danitz and Brando had been drinking and boasting together just a moment ago.
Then, out of nowhere, they had inexplicably turned on each other.
Had Danitz drunk too much?
Uh... this seems to be getting a little out of hand. Lorne's mouth twitched as he