Another Fat Joke Lands
Jake, blissfully ignorant of the tension crackling around him, threw out another crude joke, aiming to provoke. ‘Hey, big guy!
What’s your favorite food? Everything?’ he spat. The joke landed flat, drawing looks of discomfort from the other bikers.
They exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the shift, as some even turned away. The air around us felt heavier, more charged.
It wasn’t just Jake missing the deeper energy; everyone else, except the two mockers, seemed to know better now.