"Miss Lily, Miss Rasa? Maybe we should go, uh, [i]anywhere else[/i]."
Billy looked at the door nervously- bars were neutral ground, after all. To threaten the owner, no matter how terrible a person they were, was to threaten the regulars- and the regulars looked a little too, well, [i]regular[/i] for Billy's comfort. They looked like the kind of guys who were trying very hard not to stand out from the crowd- professionals.
Billy shuffled towards the door.