The Bouncer

It was a brutally cold night at the Eastside Bar in Detroit. Jan Lee was working the front door of the bar. He hadn't seen a fight in weeks. After he messed up the leader of the Hawks, it seemed like nobody wanted to start trouble anymore. He suddenly was tapped on the shoulder; it would make his day to get in a fight. Too bad it was just Gale, the second bouncer at the club. "Hey man, I'm lookin' for a fight too but you don't need to be on me bout' It." The massive black man said. " Hey you're right, sorry, I'm just, is my shift over already?" "Yea man just head home and get some rest will you, you're working yourself to hard man." Without any word Jan Lee just walked away.