Gabe + Mariko
This wasn't her comfort zone. Being in the middle of a crowded area with no proper entrances or exits, people drunker than normal and so many who were outside their normal clientele. Here, she was generally expected to be a bit nicer than she usually got away with. No one expected the late night bartender to be gushing with warmth usually, but this wasn't an ordinary bar night.
The hut was open at all sides, but she moved in whatever way she could to feel less stir crazy and kept her eyes dancing across the crowds including the other workers.
Everything was going splendid and she was just about to get Gabe another bottle of water when one of those not-usual drunk customers reached out for her hip, a leer pulling at his features and a gleam in his eye that made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. There was a pause in her reactions, likely due to her being on edge. Instead of swatting him away immediately, her hand went to her back where her knife was stashed before darting away to grab a shot glass and slam it down on the hand. There. No permanent damage done. Most likely.
"You've had enough." The glass was lifted, "Go home. Come back when you've learned some manners." The man shook his hand and dropped some cash on the bar before stumbling off with a mutter. The money was shoved in the register so she could grab that water for Gabe.