Deep in his chest, underneath all of those muscles beat the heart of a coward. Russell hid it well but he knew the truth. It didn't matter though. As a bouncer, his job was to stand outside the club looking mean. And to suppress that nervous smile that wanted to take over his face.
Be cool. The money's good. Stay mean. Guard the entrance. Scare the people. You can do it!
He scowled extra hard when he saw the boss passing and nodded a greeting in his direction. So far so good. But then he happened to look down and see a rat the size of a chihuahua. It darted over his foot and off into the distance before he could react.
But when he did react, it was with a scream that would put Mariah Carey to shame.
That probably would have made anybody scream but something tells me that the tough guy act is never going to work for him again in that town. Oh well…
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