He was loud when he was drunk, all thr guys like him were. He would boast and brag and get too handsy with Lia when she got near him.
"T-Ty, enough, please, I'm still working..." She pushed his hand away from her ass gently, trying to make herself seem small to avoid angering him. Her body language screamed she was scared of him. And for good reason; he grabbed her wrist so hard that Galin saw her knees almost give out from the pain.
"Don't tell me what to do, you little-"
"Ty." The old man behind the bar glared heatedly, "Knock that shit off. Y'aint doin that shit here."
"Sorry, Max." Ty pushed Lia back a bit and she hurried off to check on her patrons.