Re: Between the DJ's Booth & the Bar, KING (Open)
His jaw got tight, his eyes riddled with anger, but a smile turned up the corners of his lips. Taking a sip from his drink he kept up a casual appearance. No, not just because he couldn't hurt him in here, but because King has gotten sick to death of feeling scared.
"Hoping you would show up. Need the receipt for that gift you left, gotta return it." He shrugged. "No hard feelings."