*Giovani*

“Un altro!” the chorus of a dozen rowdy men yelled as they slammed their empty beer bottles onto the table.

I watched it rattle under my hand with an unimpressed look, the dishes clinking and clattering together from the sheer force of the slam.

“Idiots,” I said under my breath as I watched one of the men grab another by the head and give him a noogie, boisterous laughter ringing throughout the private room I’d paid for. Good thing too, ...