midnight answer;

Ryan chuckled. “Well, I’m glad you aren’t a drunk bastard then.”

"I’m not really sure. But it happens. Maybe because I stand out a bit in a crowd." Ryan motioned with his hand about his height. "Drunk guys wanting to prove something see me, and it’s like red to a bull." 

He grinned and focused more on the woman as his arm slipped around her waist. “Your wish is my command.” He altered the woman’s memory to make her think her friend dropped a glass. Then gave her a push to slap her, amping up the anger on both.

A smile crept onto her face as she watched the the women become hysterical with each other. She placed her hand over his and leaned in to rest her head on his shoulder. "You certainly know how to work the ladies, don't you, Vincent?"

"I’ve had a wonderful evening. So far no one has tried to fight with me or thrown up on me, it’s been a good night. What about you?"

"Of all my weeknights, this one has been pretty sweet. But... why would anyone try to fight you?"

"Almost anything I want." Vincent chuckled and put his arm around her. "What would you like me to do?"

"Hmmmmm..." she thought about the possibilities. "I wanna see a little catfight. Can you make her think it was her friend's fault?"

"Yes ma’am." He stood and followed her, wondering if he should have gotten himself into this. Well, what was done was done.

Yes! Finally, a dance partner. I don’t mind at all. Let’s go then! Lead the way.

"Alrighty, lemme just get my keys and we'll be set."

Ryan took her hand and gave it a shake. “Ryan. It’s nice to meet you Lana.” 

"Same to you, Ryan. So, are you having a good night?"

"Even with that in mind, I really hope she’s had her shots."

"She looks pretty well off-- I'm sure she's up to date on her doctor's visits." She smiled and offered him her hand. "I'm Lana, by the way."

"Watch this."

Lana watched as the tipsy woman threw a fit in the middle of her party, causing the other members to swarm around her in concern. She was thoroughly entertained. 

"Interesting." He smirked and downed the rest of his drink. "Show me."

"Wonderful," she smiled, then lifted the door to step out from behind the bar. She reached out to take his hand in hers. "Follow me."

And why would you ever do that?

"Well, I think it would be much easier to just demonstrate. I've been off the clock for a half hour, anyway. What do you say, sir?"

"Or we could have a little fun with her."