Bia nodded in furious agreement. "Right? Like, stay in your lane, bro." She took another swig of her beer. "Also, dude cheats at cards like a motherfucker. Fairy gold, my ass." The clurichaun had by this point noticed the attention he was getting from the other end of the bar and he seemed to wilt even further under the twin looks of casual contempt (Bia) and real disgust (Antigone). Bia, not at all discouraged, raised her voice over the buzz of the other patrons, "Yeah, we're talking about you, Diarmuid, you perv! You still owe me fifty bucks, asshole!"