How the tables have turned
After the experience of the past two months, these thugs barely fazed him. The gun wasn't even pointed directly at Tristan.
"No fucking way!"
"No chance."
Tristan and the glittery guy spoke in unison, their words overlapping each other.
Tristan chuckled at how unanimous they were.
"You think that's funny? This isn't a toy, little boys!" the gun-wielding thug said, waving his weapon around. "Stay still and quiet! Hey, Rob, think we should tie them up before they call people in or something?"
"Nah, just hold them at gunpoint for now."
The glittery guy grit his teeth, but was frozen by a gun pointing at his head.
Tristan waited, wondering what these two would do next. He had to be cautious with his identity, but soon enough, someone from the staff was about to enter the room.
The thugs' plan was poorly thought-through.
One of them approached Tristan, and thug's hand reached for the handle of his guitar.