Jaren about jumped out of his skin when he heard someone slam a ten down on the bar. He did the calculations in his head. The bartender spoke little english. Understood it yet rarely spoke it. He looks up. "Raphiel..." he says. Smiling as he takes the huge mug of soda. "Awesome! Thanks Raphiel!" he says. The man says in broken English. "No problem our little brother." he says with a wink.<br/><br/>And then turns to the woman. Looking back at Jaren questioningly. Jaren smiles and says to him in French. "Donnez-lui deux bouteilles de Tequila grande. Et une petite bouteille de Tequila. C'est combien cela va lui donner." (Translation: Give her two of the large Tequila bottles. And a small bottle of Tequila. That is how much that will get her.) He returns to his drink. Raphiel gave her the amount that ten would get her. The "large" Tequila bottles weren't that large but bigger than a normal bottle by an inch all around.<br/><br/>His glasses fall just a tiny bit. And he pushes them back up. And pulls out the accounting records on his palmlaptop. It was simple to make if you understood mathematics and calculations to the degree that he did. He finishes and puts it away.<br/><br/>He turns as one of the popular band guys came over. He looks up. "Hey...whats up?" he asks. Listening. "Simple. I'll fix the digital internal problem of your bass amplifiers and dj board." he says. Standing up he goes over, fixes it, and sits back down. Getting roughly bumped by a customer on "accident". He barely manages to catch his glasses. He sits down. Shaking his head. Putting the glasses back onto his face. Though for a good five minutes his sexy facial features had been able to be viewed.<br/><br/>The glasses went up onto his nose once more. "Five... four... three... two... one..." there was a scream of anger and fear and the sound of a whoosh. Shaking his head. "You think Rich Man Alex would have learned not to do that by now." he mutters and sigh. Drinking his soda. He tries to make himself invisible as he took note of the woman...she was older and a bit taller from what he could calculate. If he went criminal...he'd be that mastermind Artemis Fowl. Impossible to catch and prove he was guilty. But that wouldn't happen. He wasn't into the whole crime thing.