Soldier Orders 2 Beers Daily, Gut Tells Bartender Something’s Off

They Lock Eyes 

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One of the men stood up. His eyes stuck on Jeff’s cap before he lowered it to his face. He tapped his friends’ shoulders and jutted his chin at Jeff, and in unison, the three started approaching. 

Seeing everything unfold before him, Billy was already lunging for his phone to call the police and possibly the emergency room. And he wasn’t doing it for Jeff’s sake but the three men’s.     

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