Another Fat Joke Lands
Jake, completely unaware of the growing tension around him, fired off another crude joke, clearly hoping to provoke a reaction. “Hey, big guy! What’s your favorite food? Everything?” he sneered, the words sharp and mocking. But the joke fell flat, its humor lost in the heavy air. Instead of laughter, there were uncomfortable shifts in the crowd. A few bikers exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the sudden change in atmosphere, while others simply turned away, no longer interested in participating in the escalating tension.
The shift was palpable, and it wasn’t just Jake who seemed oblivious to it. Everyone else—except for the two mockers—had caught on. You could see it in the way their eyes lingered on the trucker, some of them taking a step back, as if suddenly aware of the deeper energy at play. The air had grown heavier, charged with something unspoken. The dynamics had shifted, and those who were paying attention could feel it in their bones—this wasn’t just a simple standoff anymore.
