Vince frowns and rolls up his sleeve, prepared to give you the bum's rush, then reconsiders when he realizes you've yet to pay your bill.
Mitch, having looked you over with a critical eye, begins wiping his brow with a napkin, dreading the amount of airbrushing needed to cover up your numerous flaws. Prometheus eyes your exposed flesh greedily.
Finally Vince leans across the bar and wacks your butt with his towel, putting an end to your exhibition.
Silliness aside, you ask Mitch about the Red Swan.