Daisy was not amused. She was here to serve her customers, make some money to feed her kids and help run the joint. Not have drunken fools stumble in and try to start shit. She had been at the diner for over a decade; she hadn't let anyone bother her customers ten years ago, and she sure as hell wasn't going to let them now.<br/><br/>Adriel took a sip of his coffee to mask his grin. He'd seen similar scenarios like this before and he was sure this was going to be just as entertaining. The brunet didn't even bother to get up, knowing Daisy could handle things just fine on her own.<br/><br/>The older woman 'accidentally' upended get coffee pot...right over drunk-and-stupid's crotch. Darrell, the line cook on duty tonight, came out at the loud yelling that ensued. He wiped his hands on his apron and sauntered over. His 6-foot-4 frame kindly suggested the drunkard move on for the night.<br/><br/>Daisy turned back to the angel. "So dear, what'll it be? Seems like we're fresh out of coffee at the moment but if you'd like I can always make you a fresh pot," she said, without missing a beat.