I have no idea if it was just frustration or fear.
You see, the bar's owner just started yelling at the guy standing at the bar. "Go ahead and put a contract out on me! I'm just a piece of shit."
The guy at the bar lit a cigarette, smiling. He was young - say early 30's. He had an easy way about him.
"Hey, we've helped you out with anything you needed. We got you up and running."
"I paid you back for all of that!" Geeze, this bar owner was pissed. "But you and your Mob buddies - I don't want to know you anymore. You're dead to me."
The guy just smiled and took another drag from his cigarette.
Maybe it would be better not to piss him off, I thought.