She's right, of course. The bar isn't at fault, or its workers. Just assholes, being assholes, bothering people on a good night out. He sighs, shoving his hands into his pockets.

There's a hiss from him at the hit. "Hey, that stung." It wouldn't be the first time something happened because of his race. He doesn't have to be in America for racism to still be a thing, but he snorts at her words. "And what, I can't have it easy?"