Zack was growing very annoyed by the confrontation happening a few feet away from him, not that he could do much in his present state.  But none the less he had to do something to get that bartender to shut up.  It was beginning to ruin his stupor.  Picking up his first bottle he took note that it was close to being empty.  Standing he managed to grab the unopened bottle and walk, well almost more of a wobble, over to the women.  Setting down the bottle next to the loud one he nodded slightly before speaking.  "Ehhnnjyouy"  He said through his slur, before climbing onto the bar and hopping over to the surprise of the newly employed worker.  With a smile he faced him.<br/>"Yous... You,  sreailly needs...to learn jushwen to shusts da FUCK up."  He said poking him pointedly in the chest.  Seeing the bartender back up and slowly grasp the neck to a bottle he couldn't help but laugh.  Pulling out his switchblade he managed to spit out.  "Nuh uh.. Rock beats... No wait, I mhean Skisshors beatchs uh... Bottle."<br/><br/>Quickly one of the bouncers who had gone inside to make sure there weren't any problems spotted him, luckily they were rather good friends, and the man ran over.  Apologizing to the ladies he pulled the bartender away and gave Zach a stern look as he grabbed his wrist slowly, taking the four inch knife from him.  And then slowly hoisted Zach over his shoulder and carrying him out.