Eric looks from the bartender to the rather large man.   Eric didn't want a fight.  Trying to stay low was one of the important things about detective work, and he didn't want to blow their cover. His eyes went to Sonja and he found that he had to hold back a grin.  She was putting the girls to work, which was always a good thing.  He decided to press the issue a bit himself.<br/><br/>"Come now, it's raining outside and we don't want to get soaked.  Hows about we just sit in a table in the corner until the bar opens?  We won;t get in the way, and i promise we're good tippers..."  He said, letting the sentence hang and pulling a $5 bill out of his pocket.