The dealer looked glad to be rid of such a small little woman, and her seat was soon replaced with another patron. Maxxen helped Yvaine cross the room, and though there was laughter and friendly chit chat, in other parts of the room, not to far from them, there was tension brewing.
Maxxen heard them before the fight actually broke out, but even he knew that when alcohol and money mixed, it made a volatile cocktail that was sure to explode at some point. As much as he liked watching the fights, getting this newcomer involved probably would not prove very prudent for him.
"You cheating sonuvabitch! I'll put a fucking hole right through you!" said one man, and he took his glass of brandy and slammed it against the other man's head. There was a squeal from the woman behind him.
"What a waste of brandy." Maxxen sighed, grabbed his coat and gestured to Yvaine. "Shall we get out here, dear?"