Back in the village, right off the plaza. I can't promise a bar fight, but I think some drunken singing could be arranged. I'll just order a round of that Romulan Ale for everyone in the bar.

[Mischievous glint in his eye, what mischievous glint in his eye? He is a perfect and proper gentleman and would never do anything so untoward as to try to get all of the other patrons at the bar drunk.]