Cade turned to see a guy a head taller than himself, also wearing Klingon
gear, who said, "That's my girlfriend, dude."
"Hands off," said Cade. "She bumped into me, that's all. No damage, no
problem."
"I'll decide if there's a problem," said the guy, his grip on Cade's
shoulder intensifying a bit.
Reaching up quickly, Cade drove his thumb into the inside of the
faux-Klingon's bicep just above the elbow and snapped the area solidly back and
forth. The guy hissed and yanked his arm away as if he'd been shocked.
Stepping toward the Klingon to let some people get past, Cade said, "Okay,
then. You decide. Is there a problem?"
The Klingon wannabe rubbed his arm and glared at Cade as if thinking about
the question.
A fortyish blonde booth attendant rapped the pommel of one of the daggers
from her display on her table and said, "Don't make me call security, boys."
Pushing ungently past Cade, the female Klingon went to stand by her
boyfriend and tugged his undamaged arm. After another moment of glaring, he
turned to accompany her.
As Cade turned to go with Mandi, the booth attendant held up the dagger in
her hand and said, "Hey.
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