"You lot would best be on better behavior.  There are those here who would not take kindly to being assaulted by the things you throw away."  Turning away from the group, gold slipped to her bag, she returns to her spot.  Leaning over the bar, calling out, "They've paid.  You can all come back!"  The drow picking up the bottle, swishing it around then pouring the last of the contents into her righted glass, sipping at the last remnants of the wine, placing the coin she just received onto the bar-top.  Waiting for the waitresses and patrons to come back in.