Guy looked at her. "I'm sorry, my hearing must not be twenty-twenty anymore, but did you just imply I should shut up?" his eyebrow raised dramatically, "You should get a real job. Maybe even clock in a few hours here occasionally. I'll pay ya. You're old enough to drink, you're old enough to bartend. I'm going to fire some ass when they come get their paycheck." Though he didn't think she'd actually take it. But it was something to toss out there.
He rolled his eyes, "You show up here acting like you just saw someone kick a kitty and order a drink. You're not being...you. And don't try to argue this with me, I know something is up so just tell me and let's avoid this fight. I only like to fight morons, not people I like. Mostly."