"Seems it's a pretty lucky night for me all around," Idris said with a smirk accompanied by a mischievous spark to his eyes--lewdness, wasn't it, that he'd just warned himself against? Banish any such thought as that for a few seconds.
Sure, it was highly likely that the only reason Vanessa was paying him any attention at all was due to her job's requirement to make conversation with the customers (in their various states of intoxication or otherwise). But Idris thought he might as well give himself a little credit. True to her word, this woman wasn't overly busy despite the growing crowd--however, she did keep coming back to talk to him and him alone. Was that a bit of favoritism, then? The idea in itself was amusing; Idris was definitely enjoying himself and it showed upon his countenance.
Unfortunately, before he could say anything further, there was the screech of several chairs being pushed back far too harshly upon the floor, and then an immediate chorus of angry voices made themselves heard over the rest of the patrons. Turning from Vanessa, Idris spotted the source of the confusion. Two rather tall men were yelling at one another--something to do with the preservation of trees in contrast to deficit bill spending, and a third, possibly a friend of both, was trying in vain to get them to stop. Idris' eyebrows raised in amusement and then he grinned, laughing at the trouble and shaking his head slightly. He turned back to Vanessa to see her take on the situation.