To be fair, as much as the pair have inevitably been a source of curiosity and gossip for many of the bar's patrons, those folks who are 'trying to enjoy themselves' move out of the way pretty quickly when Irahl stalks across the floor and up to the bar. A couple of nearby patrons at the bar fully pick up their drinks and move to sitting somewhere else, inherently nervous that the guy dressed as a one-man hit squad is here to start something and not just trying to get another drink.

Vincent is surprising, but at least he has a fairly reassuring presence once he gets talking. Irahl's icy demeanor gets a slight jump out of the bartender as she turns and realizes he's standing there instead of the other big guy.

"...Hey there," she addresses him, putting on her polite and believably-friendly customer service face quickly thereafter, "Looking for a refill?"