Zeke
He raised a totally confused eyebrow, and scribbled some more on his notebook. Then, and oly then, did he show off the response on neatly packed paper. Huh?
Suddenly, Zeke rubbed the back of his head and looked away in embarassment. This was actually the nicest thing anyone said to him... ever. Huh. And yet, the tension only got more palpable when their two wills clashed. One positive, and one negative. One male, one female. One neatly packaged, the other vile an dmonstruous to behold.
Meanwhile, the bouncer just stared in disbelief. He wanted to tell the customer off... but he recognized her. There was no mistaking it! A Dojo head no less had come to this bar, and that old man... wasn't he on the news or something for having a huge bounty on him!? C-crap! He just wanted to get home now to his sweet lovely wife, he didn't get paid enough for this.
Only the customer who had had a whole table chucked at him suddenly got up and... fixed his arm back. He turned out to being just a zombie, who just waddled his way to the exit... but not before taking a stack of cash that Zeke handed him super shadily. Wait, so did that guy just get paid to take the hit for him all along!? He hadn't ordered anything from the moment he came anyways... but wait! That meant no commotion was done! Wait, he got paid for that and took the money anyways!? That only made things shadier!
It was almost starting to feel like this whole place was just some kind of sick game board. Were there more paid customers around just watching? He wanted nothing to do with it... he walked away. Hopefully the dojo head would clean this mess for him.
Zeke just quickly scribbled some more. No, no, no. You got it all wrong. I frankly don't give a hoot who you are. You're pretty, and I'm a healthy man with healthy interests. Isn't that enough to approach someone?