-Spike caught the unobtrusive hand signal from one of the bouncers just as a customer sat down at his bar. With a barely noticeable flick of his tail tip in response, he flashed sharp fangs at the client. "What can i getcha?" He hissed.
"What ever's cheapest."
Ah. One of those as well. With a sigh he twisted himself around on the beam, using his body to hide the flick of his venom covered tongue into the obscenely bright blue drink before he turned once more to hand it to the client. He hoped the abusive asshole enjoyed -this- hangover. No one hurt their girls.-