Unsurprisingly, Chris did not get lost.

No. Instead, he stepped toe to toe with Simon. Grabbed the strap of his backpack, using it to yank Simon toward him. He stooped to murmur at his ear.

“I could bend you over that bar, Simon. Fuck you right here, in front of all your little friends. And no one would do a damned thing to stop me.”

He leaned up, gloating.

“Not even you,” he said at room volume.