Lydia was able to navigate the crowd with surprising ease.  A few men watched, one or two reached out to pinch or cup, but none interfered with her movements.  She could see a door leading out to the street across the room, a door flanked by a pair of hulking half-orcs in crude leathers and each leaning on a worn and battered great club.<br/><br/>Lydia was able to knock the drinks into the bearded man, who immediately leapt to his feet with a roar and back-handed the serving woman across the face.  He stood, breathing heavily and glaring down at the woman who was sprawled on the floor and rubbing her cheek, even as the bouncer began to move towards him.<br/><br/>"Where should you be?"  The bouncer demanded of Lydia, only to be interrupted by the bearded man.<br/><br/>"She ruined my clothes, I demand compensation!"<br/><br/>"You can take her downstairs."  The bouncer responded.  His attention, for the moment, was not on Lydia.  But the bar had failed to erupt into a full-on brawl as hoped.