There was something to that threat of hers, taunting though it was, and the faint throbbing of Samuel's ribs already attested to it. Were he the sort, he would consider calling in sick, taking the next morning to lounge by the pool and nurse his wounds, visible and otherwise - but that would be a defeat of a different variety, and one far less easy to recover from.
Inside the bar, he settled into his own high backed chair, instinctively facing the wide front window. Nodding, he toyed with the straw in his own cutely named concoction of acai and banana. He was certain it would taste markedly better with a healthy splash of vodka, but that, sadly, was beyond the purview of this particular establishment. "I'm usually right," he said, his broad grin disappearing briefly as he took another sip. "So listen. What had you coming to my hole in the wall today? I imagine your usual haunts are much less... dodgy? Thrown-together? I don't know what word I'm looking for."