Observing the situation for a moment, Lito shook his head a bit. “I’ll escort him out this time, but next time, watered down drinks. If he’s unhappy with a small, intangible aspect of the service, he might just stop coming all on his own. Which is better for everyone involved. The last thing we need is for him to be in a rage about us. We want to be left alone by the authorities, if we can help it.”
Taking a moment to brace himself for some unpleasantness, Lito plastered a functioning ‘work smile’ on his face and moved into the gentleman’s line of sight before approaching, leaning down slightly so they wouldn’t be overheard, gently asking him to please leave, prepared for his refusal.
Nevada nodded, listening to Lito before moving behind the bar to inform the workers behind it about what Lito had just said about the patron in question. She tried to eavesdrop inconspicuously to his conversation with the drunk gentleman but was afraid she was being too obvious.
She didn't have to wait long, though, because the man decided now was a good time to make a scene, slurring drunken refusals, shaking his head. She sent Lito a sympathetic look before moving from behind the bar to try to assist him. "We might have to drag him out." She said, attempting to kick the bar stool out from under him. It took a few kicks but the stool made its way out from under him and she watched with a satisfied grin as the man landed in a heap. "He won't remember this tomorrow, will he?" She asked
