The bouncer’s fist connected with Thomas’ nose with a sickening crack, sending him sprawling across the table. He only wished the bouncer had waited until he copped his feel.
Shaking his head, he tried to focus on the multiple images of booted feet shuffling around him as he tried to find his beer. Had he the sense his dad always told him to find, he would’ve stayed down. Instead, he pushed himself to his feet.
He paused at seeing his wife with her hands on her hips. “Honey? What are you doing here?”
“You idiot, that was me you grabbed.”