Justice's jaw tightened, but he didn't move. He was well-practiced in standing his ground; he'd been trained by the best, his asshole of an old man. "I just got opinions," Justice said. This was what was wrong with people today: they were nasty, trashy, always hitting on others no matter what their orientation. Back in the day, a guy like this would've gotten the shit beat out of him the second he'd popped open that mouth and spoken like that to another man.
Justice missed the good old days.
He acknowledged the placement of the drink in front of him with a curt nod, then picked it up and drank a third of it down at one go. There were advantages to this place, like a post-breakfast glass of whiskey.