The enforcer, a man built like a brick wall in a silk suit, looked up from his cards. “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here, girlie.”
“He’s in the back,” the bartender whispered, his hands shaking as he polished a glass. “But he’s got ten guys with him.” Doja Cat - Boss Btch (from Birds of Prey: The Album)
Doja checked her reflection in the back of a polished spoon, adjusting a stray strand of pink hair. “Only ten? I must be losing my touch.” The enforcer, a man built like a brick
“Next time,” she said, checking the time on her new accessory, “check the registration. I don't do carpools.” girlie.” “He’s in the back
The enforcer laughed, a wet, ugly sound. He signaled his men. They closed in—suits tight, knuckles cracked.