['How?' indeed. Definitely not the fault of the pink haired young man hiding behind the counter. Still he occasionally sneaks a peek over the top of the bar. That is until Tank starts shoving bottles at him!]

Wha-?

[Hang on he didn't sign up for this. Pyrotechnics were his field not salvage of alcohol. That is until he realizes the guy seems to be taking his sweet time coming with a decision. So he grabs one of the highest priced bottles and throws it in the man's arms. Choose the booze, brotha. The girls can handle themselves. They've been through worse.]