"I know you will. Watch your back, kid." Greed hung up and slouched on the bar, head in his hands for a moment before sighing and standing up straight.
"All right, everybody! Finish your drinks and settle your tabs, the bar's closing until further notice. Hopefully we'll be back by the weekend, but I want this place cleared in fifteen minutes!"
Granted, there were all of three customers, but they still needed kicking out. "Dorchett, lock the door and turn on the closed sign, Martel, go tell Odd to knock that cooking shit off and put stuff away."