Ann spotted Jimmy Slater and frowned instnatly. Oh goody. Trust the codger's son to arrive and stir up the possible-regulars. Leaning on hand on the bar she set him with her steely and unwilting gaze, narrowing her eyes at him. "I hope you're gonna be the hired help and send out the drinks to them, then, if you want to be so generous..." The last thing she needed was a brawl in her pub and she was going to do her best to prevent it.