"GET forgetED-"
The angry bar patron takes a step back to prep a heavy haymaker. Without even checking to see if he's going to hit his target, he throws the punch will all the fury of a pair of gelded buffalo. His fist flies through the air, gaining momentum before-

: "Stop!"
The bartender gets an iron grip on the inebriated patron's wrist and somehow summons the strength to stop a high-velocity haymaker with all the weight of a veteran drunkard behind it dead in it's tracks. She pushes forward, and the would-be brawler, caught unprepared, falls backwards without much movement, descending lightly as the bartender makes sure he doesn't crack his head on the concrete floor.
"God damnit! What the hell!"
The bartender lets go of his wrist and turns to face Tippy. Behind her, the patron squirms on the ground as he tries to get up before two of his comrades do it for him.

: "My apologies. Jacob is disturbed by the loss of his brother in the recent battle against the Huit fleet. Please understand."
In the other hand she's holding another platter of Aesthian mead. How she managed to grapple with the drunkard and keep the bottles stables is a mystery even to her. She puts the bottles on your table and starts to walk away.