Heiji had backed up to perch on an empty stool -- actually, a couple of them were now empty, as several bar patrons had decided they didn't want to stick around when there was a drunk dude punching other dudes. Trevor's arm caught the legs, toppling it.

Heiji landed on his feet, only to find a burly fellow in a black shirt approaching them and frowning in deeply-felt disapproval at the guy Trevor had decked. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."