Marcus raised an eyebrow when the bartender said she wasn't supposed to let people buy her drinks. "Right. Except for those two shots you took when I walked in, right? I'm sure one more drink won't get you in trouble. Especially if it's at a customer's request." Especially considering not only how well known Marcus was, but also the amount of money he spent in this particular establishment on a weekly basis.
He was surprised when she agreed to the conversation thing. He'd kind of been hoping she wouldn't go for it so he could go back to be a sexist dick. But he could give this a shot. He waited for her to start a conversation, but after a few moments, realized that she was looking at him expectantly. "Oh, right," he said, realizing she wanted him to start this. Fuck. He didn't know what the hell to talk about. "Had any good shags lately?" he asked, though quickly realized that probably wasn't the best attempt. "What do you do for fun? You know, when you're not loving all of your customers here at the Leaky."