Outside or inside the Game, people are always like this, Adam. You should never get, humanity didn't get worse after the Game started—they just flourished.
Adam watched the men continue to look at the menu with cheeky smiles on their faces, elbows jabbing his ribs deliberately as they passed it around. The tallest one still leaned heavily against Adam's shoulder, nearly pushing him from his seat.
After a few moments, the server finally approached with a coffee pot in hand, and her face immediately hardened as soon as she saw the group at Adam's table.
"Eric, stop messing with visitors. You're painting this town bad as it is," she said, setting the pot down right in front of the tall man. "Get your ass out of that chair and leave that poor kid alone."
The tall man removed his arm from Adam and stood up, towering over the petite server.
"We will do what we want, Marianne. Now, why don't you get that little pen of yours and take our orders?"
