"Sure thing then - two whiskeys and two glasses of water then," the little Delsaurian noted, sauntering away on short legs.
Before he could get very far though, things quickly took a turn for the worse. Already, the bikers behind Kurt were standing up, knuckles cracking. "What'r you doing - you picking a fight with our new buddy? Huh?!" a fat, greasy haired biker yelled, quickly taking a step forward. The others were already right behind him, and Amy's go at cooling it off only poured gasoline on the fire.
"Shut your mouth c***, or we'll stuff it shut for you!" another called out, his words quickly followed up by jeers at the young woman. The PMC personnel sitting back quickly caught on to this and added their own lewd suggestions into the mix - the situation was quickly spiraling out of control, and with guns so readily at hand, easily thrown into the mix, it could all explode at any second. The Delsaurian bartender saw this, and was quick to turn about on his feet - he quickly did his best to stomp out the fire before it spread, shooing at the three.
"Up you three! Up! And out! No fighting in the bar! No fighting!" he almost childishly pleaded. Looking back over his shoulder at the others, he went on, "That means you all too. No doing the nasty with the females in the bar, that's a health violation!" The bikers and soldiers for hire quickly burst into laughter, clutching their sides. Situation temporarily diffused for the moment as the stout little alien took the opportunity to shove them out the back, slamming the metal door shut behind him.
Green eyes swept over them all as the Delsaurian carefully took them in, mouth curled downwards in a faint frown. "Well, you're all certainly bottom of the barrel, eh? I suppose that's to be expected with our venture though."
"My name is Nacon Thornley by the way - we'll get to the meat of business somewhere more private I think. Nice to meet you all by the way," he spoke, bursting into another happy-go-lucky smile, wagging his short tail ever so slightly.
From inside the bar, the familiar sound of a massive brawl could be heard.