`` i did n't bellow , '' sam denied as his hands slipped around her waist , and then frowned . the dull bulbs hanging over the pool tables , the running red-neon lights over the bar , and the two televisions hanging on the wall create the bar 's only light . the sharp rain that arrived cut his face and hands . actually , it 's kind of my job . `` how do you want this to go down ? '' 