"Can I get you anything?" A voice suddenly blurted.

The nightly bartender stood before Alice. He was a tall man with wide shoulders, which stretched at the black button-up shirt he wore. His skin held a caramel complexion, his hair was dark and curly, and his grimacing face was mottled with scruffy black stubble. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up past his elbows, revealing thick, hairy forearms sculpted with muscle to match his burly hands, which were placed in a relaxed state on the bar before him.

"Drink Miss?" He asked,"Anything to eat?" Despite his grizzled appearance, his tone was patient and friendly.

A sudden crashing could be heard across the bar, causing the bartender, and a score of patrons, to whirl their gaze in the direction of the commotion.
On the far side of the bar, a man was sprawled back on the floor, beneath him lay the shattered wooden remains of his chair. Standing over him was Liza, her arms against her sides and her fists clenched tightly.
"I said hands to yourself!" She snapped loudly. 
A chorus of laughter, cheers, and taunts exploded throughout the bar at Liza's deed.

[b]"Alright shut up!"[/b] roared the bartender suddenly as he slammed one fist down on the bar strongly, so hard in fact that bottles and mugs along the bar all rattled loudly.

The noise receded and the bartender called out,"You alright Liza?"

"I'm fine Conner." Liza replied loudly as she turned and headed back toward the back area. The fallen man on the floor, a middle-aged man in a ragged suit with a scruffy beard and hair, scrambled up from the floor as a waiter walked over to gather up the broken remains of the chair.
The lecherous patron was now too busy retorting at the sneers and taunting from those nearby at Liza waylaying him.

Conner, the bartender, turned back to Alice,"I'm sorry about that," he said,"now, do you want anything?"