Miroslav began counting the number of dents the table had, his face completely tilted sideways. He would've made a grunt, or even a gesture to tell Adrian to keep his grubby hands to himself, that he wasn't going to drown anytime soon. He was just tired, and bruised. 

"Comfy table. Blargh." He eventually muttered. People came and went. Heck, the waitress had gone and come back, and then Adrian had decided to give the waitress a day.

[i]More like play doctors and nurses instead of tending to the goddamn bar.[/i] Miroslav sighed profoundly, and put both hands on the table, rising once more like one of the living dead.

"Alright, folks..." He said before deftly jumping over the barstand. "Just tonight, you'll have crazy Miro special." He muttered. [i]It's the last time I do shit like this for you Adrian. Why does the shady barman gets more action than me, who kicks militar asses and chews bubblegum?[/i] He added.

[i]Now let's hope I don't mess up with the concussion.[/i] He added, as he promptly began juggling the drinks and serving like there was no tomorrow.