'What are y-' began David, stopping to watch Keith charge towards Danny with a look of pure rage.
'What are you talking about Marg?' he asked.
Before she could reply, there were two gunshots from the other side of the bar. David turned to see Keith with blood pouring out of both legs on the floor. David watched as Danny holstered his gun and walked calmly out of the bar. He chuckled slightly.
'Bad idea to mess with Danny, Keith. You will always come off worse!' he called. 'You were saying Marg?'