"Hum," Roxanne said. "Sounds like a hell of a lesson to hear ... you'll have to give it to me sometime." She quickly finished her water, then smiled. "Well, in the spirit of avoiding dire things, I suppose I should depart. Hey, you!" The bartender nearly crashed into a box again. He turned and faced Roxanne. "Get her all the lobster she damn well wants, or anything else for that matter. And make sure she's not bothered by anyone. Understand?" The bartender nodded, gulping.
"I suppose I won't really see you tomorrow, as I'm barred from further proceedings. But I'll see what I can do about your conditions." She slid off the bar stool, then looked at Melisson's wine-colored eyes. "By the way. You straight? Or taken?"