Normal people didn't know what the inside of a

bar

looked like in daylight. 

sun

pouring through. Painting the floors and walls. Revealing dust floating in the air. You never noticed dust in the 

dark

. It was bright. And Quiet.

Darkness hid much.

With sound it was different Noise could hide signals. In the night, surrounded by loud music and people yelling over it. You could speak secrets without anyone hearing.

Butch had been working at a bar his whole life. As a youngster playing shows at random bars. In his mid twenties pouring drinks while he tried to get something going with his band. And then finally afterwards managing a bar after he had given up those dreams.

Now he was 56. His ears were shot. He couldn't hear jack shit what customers were saying. But it wasn't like the world was quiet. The music was loud. The clinking of glasses was loud. The sound of machines roared. He began using

earplugs

. Like touring musicians nowadays. Sometimes a customer would ask why he was wearing earplugs. Couldn't he not hear. Butch would shake his head. Say he could actually hear what they were saying better because it'd drown out the other sounds. That made sense to most people. Some even got ear plugs themselves after hearing Butch say that.

The door swung open. It wasn't even the middle of the day. Alcoholics might now what the inside of a bar looked like in the middle of the day. But who knew what a bar looked like in the early dark morning? Butch did. And now this tall, wiry, yet big shouldered man did.

"Joe what brings you in." Butch noticed that the man was wearing ear plugs. This was strange. Butch didn't even wear his earplugs unless it was regular operating hours. The bar was quiet right now.

The man continued walking towards him. Then from behind him some young looking kid came out. Pointed a gun at him. The kid had earplugs too. And that's when Butch realized what was happening. They were here prepared. For the thunder that they would create. Soon it would be dark. And quiet. For Butch.