Francis
Quinton slumped a bit in his seat from her scalding him like a small child. This irritated him, but he didn't find any use in popping off a smart remark towards the girl. Instead he just diverted his eyes to his front pocket, digging into it. He pulled out the rigid, old Poke'dex from earlier, looking it over quickly before placing it down on the bar in front of him. 

He gripped the glass she offered to him, sipping the water from within. Dang, this girl must've been extremely new to drinking. Water made the alcohol in your system worse, plus it made it last longer. Oh well, it didn't bother him. After a few sips, he placed it down. Continuing to stare at the old piece of tech, he yawned into his fist. ''Sure thing.. Young lady.'' He tried to go along with the whole 'young man' thing, but it came out kinda awkward.
Julia
"Shoosh. You need to stay hydrated, trust me you'd be dying of headaches if that's the case" Rita took a spoon from the side and started scooping out some of the cubes taking a bite into them. When he took his pokedex out of she gazed over at it curiously. Leaning in a bit to get a view of the deck the glass beside her tilted over spilling itself onto the old device. 

"Ah!" Rita gasped. Quickly and frantically, the violet haired girl pulled out multiple napkins from the side trying to wipe the thing dry. The bartender from the side glanced over and stifled a laugh. "Sorry sorry," Rita furrowed her brows.
Francis
Quinton blinked in shock at what just happened to his beloved device. Jolting out of his chair, the boy grabbed the device away from Rita's reach. He gripped his shirt with his other hand, using it like a rag to wipe the drink from it. Once it was cleared of the liquid, a gulp would be heard before the boy tired to power on the device. The screen flickered on, giving him a sense of relief before it shut to black. The damn thing was shot.

His eyes stared at the dead device in despair. This was the only thing he had in memory of his mother and it was just.. Gone. Slowly gripping onto the device, he let out a sigh. ''Ugh..'' he held back the urge to go off on this girl once more, his patiences getting thinner and thinner by the minute, ''this sucks.'' He tossed the dead device onto the bar. 

When the bartender chuckled, his gaze shot towards him with a soul piercing, hate-filled glare. His body slowly leaned towards the man on the other side of the bar, his hand slowly reaching for the Ultraball on his hip. ''Sorry but uh..'' He slowly grit his teeth, ''but is there something funny?'' Oh no, this was bad... This bartender is about to feel the wrath of god if nothing calms down poor Quincy asap.
Julia
As the device was swiped away from her, she saw how he wiped the rest of the drink. The device was definetly sticky from the sweetness of the drink. But it turned on! No no. It broke down. Rita placed her hands on her back and shifted her eyes away. Hearing the laughter from the bartender, she grumbled annoyed. Of course for Quinton it was different reaction. 

She blinked and noticed how he was reaching for his belt, especially since the bartender found it amusing. It wasn't worth causing this much trouble over that. "Quincy hoi!" Rita pulled his arm back away from the ball. "Listen I understand you're upset but you don't need to lash out on them. If you **Need** To have it fixed I know someone that can fix it and if you **Need** To have it paid for! Well! I'll pay for it, it was my fault after all" Rita huffed still tugging his arm. He was sure scary when provoked, but she stood up straight trying to keep her composure. "I'm sorry now. Alright? Besides you shouldn't leave those things where drinks and food can touch it. "
Francis
Exhaling, his hand extended over to place a finger over her lips to keep her from another 5 minute rant. ''It's fine,'' He muttered, trying to gain his composure ''..It's fine.'' He cleared his throat, lowering his finger from her lips, letting his hand droop down next to his body. His attention slowly turned back to the bartender. ''Hey dumba—'' He cleared his throat, ''Hey buddy, get the girl another drink. He sighed, sitting his ass back down onto the stool.

His hand reached over, gripping his drink once more. Quickly, he guzzled down the rough mixture of soda and booze to ease the hairs risen on his back from the stress. ''Don't worry about it Rita.. It was a piece of junk anyways...'' His voice almost sounded hurt. There was nothing that could be done though. Too late, the device was dead. Getting her to pay for him to get it fixed didn't seem like it was worth the effort. It was best to just get a new one anyways.