From one proxy to another proxy [Ticcimask]

Chap. 21: Face It, You're Gorgeous

Masky narrates 

Hoodie and I were at the counter paying.

—How much do you have? —he asked me to make sure i had enough money.

—I'm paying Rogers', don't worry.

—Nice.

As Hoodie paid, i saw Rogers get up and head for the exit door. 

—15 bucks.

—Sure—i took my wallet.

As soon as i gave her the money i noticed how quiet the place was. When i turned around i saw the biker, who was practically stalking Toby, in front of him.

The last thing we needed was for this dumbass getting into a fight with someone twice his height. 

We approached quickly.

—Is there a problem?  

Hoodie stood next to Rogers, returning a firm look to that old jerk. 

I know the idea was to not cause trouble but i was already preparing for one. 

—Are you his little boyfriend? 

The group of dirty old men with long hair and beards burst out laughing.

Hoodie remained calm, i, on the other hand, wanted to punch his face until he had not a single tooth left in his mouth. 

—My problem is that this little bitch was flirting with my wife! —as he spoke, he raised his voice until he ended up shouting with his face completely red. 

—W-what? —Rogers pretended not to understand, which made him even more furious, and he ended up grabbing him by the clothes. 

—Stop playing fool, kid! 

He began to shake him and brought him closer.

The people here did absolutely nothing, they didn't want to get involved. They kept eating, ignorning this guy's violence.

—Stop it, Rocky. We're no longer married, leave the kid alone! —the waitress tried to separate them, he pushed her without letting go of Toby. 

—So you are worried about a stranger instead of your husband?! 

—Leave him alone! —she started crying on the floor.

—Okay Rocky, what if you calm down...

Hoodie put his hand on his arm.

—Don't tell me to calm down—with his free hand, he took Hoodie by his neck—. Fucking fags.

His little gang of old men approached slowly, ready to join the fight. 

Rocky pushed Hoodie toward his friends. Two of them held him down, and a third punched him in the stomach, causing him to kneel. 

—This will teach you not to steal other people's women. 

He raised his fist and slammed it in Toby's face. 

He fell to the floor but he wasn't unconscious. 

It made my blood boil so I didn't think about it any longer and raised my arm. 

I could hear a faint ringing in my right ear after firing at the cafeteria ceiling. 

Everyone present was motionless, scared, probably a little stunned.