Today's OneWord: Banter

I didn’t mind the way the two drunk men exchanged words until the beer started flying from their steins onto each other’s shirts. There was nothing wrong with some light debate or friendly banter; Hell, patrons at my bar had said much worse. But now that the two brats in adult clothing were ready to choke one another with their own neckties, I had had enough.

“All right, children!” I barked, slamming one large palm down on the counter. “Either you clean up or you get a time-out!”