"huh...okay." Miro just uttered a very basic reply on Joslyn's answer. Still unsure wether this was the effect of the shock of finding a female bartender or the fact he had suffered a concussion. [i]And, well, this is kind of ...lovely, is that the word? Maybe something that hasn't been seen in nearly two decades. Waitresses.[/i]

He somehow managed to drag himself towards Adrian, his stance well-measured, but giving clear hints of extreme tiredness. He was a wreck and he just needed somewhere to rest and relax. But then Adrian made a generous offer in his usual way, without asking, straightforward. Eyeing the wad of cash, he just slid it back to Adrian.

"Not today, I am afraid." He curtly said. "Had a nasty traffic accident, so I'll be resting for some time." He said back to Adrian. [i]Technically it is true. As provoked as it was to kill a certain unsavoury bastard.[/i] He cradled the whiskey shot on his hand, and he chugged all of it down in one go. "Eeeugh, whiskey. I prefer Vodka." He nonchanlantly protested. "And about the retired muscle part, you know... you might want to reconsider that. Some bastards have been around, busting my balls." He eyed the glass. "I was thinking of answering in kind, you know. When I get a little better. Oh, and I'll need  a new chain for one of the sandbags."

It was then when he caught the riffraff of Lyn and Joslyn, trading barbs back and forth, before coming to an agreement, and why not, gratuosly belittling Miroslav like if he was some sort of evil corrupter of a man. He wasn't the one hiring underage waitresses, for hell's sake. "I am not her mom, whatever." Miro just grunted back to Joslyn in annoyance, before cradling his face, and eyeing Adrian he let out a pained smile.

"Heh, I almost had forgotten how nagging women can be sometimes." And with a small chuckle slumped his face on the table.