"Listen, I don't know what the hell you think you're doing but this ain't it." Kirk's tone was calm but firm as he stared down at the younger man in front of him.
The thief was clutching two bottles of tequila one in each hand. He glared at Kirk before trying to wiggle out of the large man's grasp. But of course, he was no match for the hulking liquor store owner. His dark hair flopped into his eyes as he searched frantically for an escape.
"Listen. Just let me go I'll put the stuff back. No harm done and I'll be on my way." Lucky pleaded.
"I can't do that. What's your name? Talk to me and maybe we can consider it." Kirk ordered.
He didn't appreciate the weasel acting as if he could just put the stuff down and give him back the petty cash he took and everything would be swept under the rug. The guy broke in and did seriouse damage to the front door of the store in the process.
Lucky could see he wasn't in any position to negotiate with the man so he hoped he could talk his way through this. He wasn't so sure based of the guys face but his voice was belying his anger. It made him sound quite reasonable.
"My name is Lucky."
The man's face once clouded with anger now morphed into a sardonic smirk. "Don't look very Lucky to me."
