Venti rolled his eyes even as he was jostled to the side. Still – a cue given was a cue followed, in particular when he could get in the guy's way. It wasn't like they were hired to make a mess of everything James Parks was trying to do. He hadn't really gotten to spend more than five minutes total with Darien Parks, but those five minutes had made an indelible impression on his young, male sensibilities. The woman had hired them and she would do far more than fire them if they mucked things up. Rather, if Venti mucked things up. 

Internal warning system telling him to keep his mouth shut, he flashed a white grin at the bartender as he raised two fingers in a silent Scouts' salute. His hand got kind of near to a sprig of red which fell into his eye so that it seemed natural to move it out of the way next. The motion though, brought that laser attention back to the colors in his hair and his very apparent youth. With a nervous flick of his fingers, Venti's smile wavered. He widened his eyes and gave a more earnest nod, so as to give off the Good Boy vibes necessary.

Then again, he was never very good at pretending to be something he wasn't. The barman's eyebrows remained tightly drawn down, his eyes narrowed on Venti before, with a grunt, he jerked his head to the side. Giving verbal permission would have broken some sort of old codger law, no doubt. 

“Make sure he keeps his hands to hisself,” the man warned as Venti tucked himself to the opposite side of James and followed him toward the back of the bar.