[b] Thomas - Tommie's - Charlie, Lancaster, Baylen, and Danielle [/b] 

About an hour after their evening open, Thomas descended into the bar's noisy crowd. Almost immediately after opening the door, he ran into Charlie, who looked heavily irritated. Her brow lifted when she saw him. "Uncle Thomas, we've got a guy over at table 9 giving this girl a hard time. I can't find Demaro... and the guy's totally wasted."

"How in the world? We've only been open for an hour." Thomas retorted. He glanced over to table 9, where he saw a scrawny guy standing beside a rather good-looking woman. Thomas' hand patted the side of his blazer jacket, and he walked over to the table. The man was a rather ugly guy - His nose was big, his eyes were small, and his face was framed with a hideously trimmed moustache. 

"...never met a lady so pretty as you, ma'am." The man drawled. Thomas was close enough to smell the liquor on his breath... "...could go to my place and-" The man stopped when Thomas planted his feet beside the table. The man slowly looked up, an annoyed look on his face. "Can I help you?" Thomas looked at the woman, who looked disgusted with the drunk. 

"He givin' you a hard time, miss?" 

"We're just talking, get lost." The man interupted before the woman could respond. She looked at Thomas with a pleading face as if to say 'Get this loser out of here'. 

"I'm gonna ask nicely that you leave this lovely lady alone and get out of my bar." Thomas commanded. The drunk looked at him with a stupid grin. He stood up from the booth and rose about two inches taller than Thomas. 

"And you gonna make me do that, bub?" He dared. The guy might have been taller, but Thomas wasn't even slightly afraid of this low-life. "Why don't you go back and sit with yer little whores over at the bar, huh?" He reached for his glass on the table and the bottle of Scotch that was half empty. Thomas grabbed the bottle and pulled the glass from the man's grip, which the guy did not like one bit. "Gimme my drink." He commanded. 

"Oh, this?" Thomas responded, taking a sip of the Scotch. "This is my drink." The man was furious at the and threw a shove, pushing Thomas back into an occupied table. He bumped into the table, but turned around to the men sitting at it. "Sorry, 'bout that fellas." He said. The drunk man took one step forward, obviously going to either push or throw a fist. Thomas drew back his blazer from his right hip, his hand hovering over a Glock that was holstered in his waistband. "Take another step and I'll make sure you can't walk for the rest of your life. I'd rather not do that, because those wonderful girls that you so kindly reffered to as whores, work really hard to keep this place clean... and blood isn't to fun to clean up." The man looked with hatred at Thomas. "Get out of my bar." The man turned and walked out, not saying another word. Thomas turned back to the patrons of the bar. "Sorry about that, folks." 

As everyone went back to there drinks, Thomas instructed the woman to go to the bar where Charlie would supply her with a drink, on the house. As the woman walked away, he spotted Lancaster and Baylen conversing. He crossed the the room to them after taking the bottle of Scotch and the glass back to the bar. "Evening, boys." He said. He looked at Lancaster, who's faced seemed slightly worried. "What's the matter, kid?"