"Clever. Aren't we the attentive one. You win this round. " He chuckled and began his drink process all over again, adding the same ingredients she saw before but with a new glass. He didn't believe in re-using a glass, especially since it looked like she practically made out with hers as it was. He gave her the drink and didn't bother to extend a price, maybe he just accidentally forgot. Beer number three was way overdue tho, but before he would care to his own needs, he gave Mercedes the pointer finger as if to say "One second" and proceeded to Gustav. Words were exchanged and as irritated as the bouncer looked, at the end of the three minute conversation they both nodded in an agreement of sorts and he left the man behind the bar.
Returning, he cracked his third beer and rounded the bar once more to sit himself next to her, so he could be within earshot of her instead of having to compete with Dave Mustaine and his gritty vocals from Megadeth.
"If you tell anyone that, I'm afraid I'm going to have to remove you in the same fashion as I did the man you previously saw get thrown out of here. It could ruin my reputation and I believe my own tattoos would laugh at me. " Jokingly, he glanced down at his left arm to see if the inked image of Dimebag Darrell was staring up at him. He let out a thankful sigh. " Good thing he can't hear me. He'd be pissed. " Gesturing down at the King of Riffs 'n Solos himself, Mr. Darrell.