"No worries my fine furry friend. I have no intentions of being banned from my favorite bar," Logan chided. He turned to the men that were attempting to intimidate them, "I also have no intention of being convinced to leave my favorite bar before I'd like to."
He took another swig of his beer, finishing it off, and then stood up. Calmly ignoring the men, he walked right past them and stood at the bar. The bartender just stared at him, "S...S...Sir, I don't want n...no trouble in my bar."
The men kept eying him as he got another beer, "Don't worry. These men will gladly pay for any damages they incur." With that, Logan walked back towards the booth and the incredulous men. Logan sipped from his beer as he walked, curious how they'd react.