Much didn't care that they were in a bar; it wasn't his bar, he had no customers to keep happy. Just Mary, kissing him back, her body in her tight dress feeling so good under his hand as he slid it around her waist to pull her closer - he'd do everything in his power to keep her happy. So long as that meant continuing to kiss her, and maybe, encouraging her hand to move inward. Much's groan of desire was unintentional, but hearing his voice muffled in her mouth only turned him on more, and he pushed a little harder against her.