[ Harry's tirade has no effect on the bartender. One gets the impression he deals with entitled assholes on a daily basis. He simply ignores Harry's ranting, and turns to go bring a tray full of used glasses to the back to be washed.
Slumping slightly in his seat, Harry is bolstered when he looks over and sees an... eccentric, yet attractive woman handing him a margarita. ]
Margarita... It'll do. [ He takes the drink, holding it up in a silent toast, before taking a long sip. It's sweeter than his usual fare, but it'll serve the purpose he's after. ]
I love how everyone's champing at the bit to get this kid drunk
Slumping slightly in his seat, Harry is bolstered when he looks over and sees an... eccentric, yet attractive woman handing him a margarita. ]
Margarita... It'll do. [ He takes the drink, holding it up in a silent toast, before taking a long sip. It's sweeter than his usual fare, but it'll serve the purpose he's after. ]
Any port in a storm, right? Thanks.