The counter turned bar was extremely close to the door and Dave had the habit of looking up with each person who came in. He was bartender-slash-security guard tonight and he knew most of the faces on this scene and would escort anyone out who wanted to cause trouble.
He didn't expect this, though. This morning, a girl - well, young woman, rather - had come up from the basement mumbling about finding some pot. He'd offered her a joint, but she just called him useless and walked out. There were plenty of odd things going on tonight, he was all too aware of who was upstairs and who Cam was supposed to watch, but he was supposed to know most of the crap that went down here. To his knowledge, there was no one crashing in the basement and aside from the one room down there that he was never supposed to go in (and hadn't), there shouldn't have been anyone down there at all.
"Random basement girl," He called out, gesturing her over to the bar and trying to keep his curiosity at bay. He didn't need to know what Marc was, he didn't need to know who any of them were. Dave just wanted to go about his business, make the huge amounts of money that Marc paid him and not ask questions. "Want a drink?" He asked, doing his best to cover up his confusion.