They're fucking with the wrong guy

"I don't take orders from drunken sluts," you growl and step into the washroom, stepping between them as you head for the urinal, unzipping your pants.

"Hey, fuckhead, get out of here!" the blonde protests, grabbing your shoulder and tugging at it. You turn with her pressure and with a smooth motion backhand her across the cheek, sending her sprawling with a squeak of surprised dismay. You look at the black haired girl, who stands in shock, still holding the vodka bottle.

"What about you? You want some too?" You raise your hand and she cowers, shaking her head.

"You fuckin' asshole! I'm gonna fuck you up!" the blonde squeals in fury as she starts to get to her feet. You take one step and push her hard with one foot, not quite a kick but not far away from one. You put your foot on her face and hold it to the tile floor, putting your weight on it.

"You're not fucking anything up except yourself, slut," you snarl. "I came in here for a piss. Now I'm taking a piss." You fish out your cock and release a stream of urine over the blonde's squirming body, ignoring her furious tears and watching the other girl stare at the scene in drunken astonishment. Finally drained, you step back as you put your cock away, sneering at the two of them.

"Pick your battles better, sluts. If you want a hill to die on, you came to the right place. And blondie, if you come at me again it won't be a slap, it'll be a fist. I'll break your fucking jaw and you won't be able suck cock for two months." The blonde, who had scrambled to all fours and was hissing like a furious cat, sits back, looking at you with wary hate. You grin at her then step back to the door, pulling it open.
"Later bitches. Next time bring your A game," you sneer before stepping out of the room.

You listen for sounds of pursuit as you stroll back to your vehicle but hear nothing. As you open the door, Max glides up and stops with a grin, snapping her gum at you.

"Find everything ok?" she asks, glancing at your crotch for an instant.

"Everything worked fine, just like it always does," you answer. "But there is some garbage in the men's room. A pair of drunken bimbos, lots of piercings, tats and attitude. I left them there."

"The Hummer Sisters," she says with a scowl and a shake of her head. "They've been told to stay away but they're slow learners. I'll get rid of them."

"They don't look much like sisters."

"They're not. It's Hummer Sisters because they were the blowjob queens of high school, until they dropped out. Or were kicked out. I don't know which. They give you any trouble?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle. Thanks for lunch Max,"

"Come by again soon," she grins. "Next time you're in the mood to eat....something."

You laugh and wink at her as you turn the key.