"Exactly," Marie agreed, rolling her eyes a little over the edge of the glass, which she continued to sip on. "When I was waitressing, they were always there too. But oui, they do spend money - especially on drinks. Brooding and all that." You wouldn't really find a depressed nymph or sprite or whatever - some species were just more predisposed to the lyrical stylings of Tool and frowning in dark corners.
She was glad to hear that he wouldn't let anyone just stick themselves to the floor after Exorcist-vomiting all over the place, though. That they'd get home safely, wherever home happened to be. And speaking of, there was always that matter to discuss too.
Her drink set down for a moment, hands folding as she leaned toward him at the table. "You've already worked in bars before so you know how...disgusting people can be. What's the worst mess you've ever had to handle?"