Freddie huffs a laugh at that gentle dig; they both know how unlikely it is for Freddie to ever be a bouncer. And, given his entire lack of rhythm, he'll not be dancing in any cages either. Even if Styx were the kind of bar to have them.

"I tend the bar," he says finally with a teasing roll of his eyes. "That's not so hard to believe, is it?"

It might have been at the start. Freddie'd had to learn most of what he knew on the job and there'd been a few months were Ricky seemed to be regretting his decision. But now, well... he could make a living on his tips alone, if he's honest.