I can see why he was arguing. I mean I hate complimentary liquor and dick too.
Anyway, this tool went about telling us how we should let him in for free because "he never pays cover."
He unfortunately had a bitchy ass attitude and his face acted like I was alternating in stabbing his mom and shitting on my register. I let my young protege handle it. Newbie told him that "we don't let girls in for free and Madonna might want her rosary back in case she reinvents her look again." I was silently very proud of Newbie for the sass.
But Mr Muscles was OH-fended. He left.
There was a lesson to be learned so I'm glad that bossy bottom helped the sitch so demonstratively. When a customer treats me like an asshole, it's only my job to let them know that I shouldn't be treated like an asshole, not to be an actual asshole back to them.
Usually, the offended party will come back and pay to get in once they realize the the bar I'm at has all the business and the cute crowd for the night on the strip.
However, if once they're back, and the shot boy "accidentally" pours a vodka-cranberry shot mostly in their mouth but also down their face and shirt...well, I dunno...just not much I can do about that (other than give the shot boy a fiver for doing exactly what I told them too by making the secret whipperwhill whistle sound...it's like a beautiful songbird in the forest with a dick in her throat).