It was weird to hear Roman apologize, probably because at this point, it didn't seem as necessary as it did the day Brooklyn returned. Nick liked to think that Roman wasn't trying to cause any problems by bringing her back, so it wasn't hard to believe it when Roman actually claimed that. Considering how little Nick knew Roman wanted to do with Savannah, he appreciated that all he offered right now against her was an offer to tell her to get out. That bit of animosity was probably far more civil than the things that Roman could say to her, and offering to try to get Brooklyn to calm down was definitely a sign of kindness too. Nick didn't think that was the best idea, though. Brooklyn was the type of person who didn't want to be told anything, especially how to act. If Roman tried to tell her to lay off Savannah when she was in the right mood, Nick could imagine it would end up with her trying to kill Savannah, and maybe Roman too. It didn't seem smart, but Nick didn't comment on it, or much of anything that Roman was saying. A response didn't really seem necessary, not only because they were at the bar now, but because Nick's occasional nods probably spoke to how he understood what Roman was saying. "I'll only be a minute," he assured, half a smirk appearing as he caught Roman's comment.
The bar was just as packed as expected, and though it was slightly annoying trying to maneuver between the many drunk bodies, Nick knew that it was good for Finn. Heavy business on days like today made up for the days that he barely got any business, and in the long run, the better Finn did, the better they all did. If he lost the bar, that would literally leave them all homeless. Nick sometimes thought about how a situation like that would pan out. He was sure that he would be able to find somewhere to stay because even today, if he really needed a place to sleep, he had people he knew through dealing who would let him use their couch. Nick had connections from his years on the street, it was clear that Brooklyn did as well, and with that, Roman essentially did too. Cara was a no-brainer, considering that Nick knew and had seen first hand that she could house all of them and then some. While Nick hadn't delved too deep into Elena's current predicament, she had made it seem like she would only be in the basement temporarily, so he was sure she had friends around as well. It was the ones like Makayla, Holly, Savannah, and even Robbie and Jackson, that he worried about. He didn't know where they'd end up, and what was scarier to think about, was that he knew he wouldn't be able to help them either. Nick wasn't the type of person who was donating every penny he made to the group and honestly, he rarely offered money to any of them. If anything, it was supplying free weed to some of them when he could tell they were stressed. Still, he liked to feel like he could help them if they needed it and a situation like that would just prove that he was insufficient. The thoughts left him feeling more grateful for Finn, and he decided that he'd try to wake up early tomorrow to lend a hand in cleaning the bar up. From the looks of it, and the stickiness he felt on the sole of his shoes, it was definitely going to need it.
As he closed the door leading to the stairs behind him, the air-conditoned air disappeared and he was met with the heavy and humid basement air. That wasn't all that greeted him, though. While the loudness of the patrons and music above could still be heard in a muffled tone through the door, and as he made his way down, the ceiling, it was much quieter in the basement. Not silent, however, and he was met with one of the louder voices before he even made it to the floor. "Whoa," he grinned, catching Cara as she stumbled on one of the lower steps. "You alright there?" He smelled liquor on her instantly. Not even the expensive perfume he was sure she was wearing could mask the smell. He held onto her arm and led her back down the stairs, seeing then that all of the other girls were down there as well. Brooklyn and Savannah were standing close to each other. That could not be good, but Nick was trying desperately to not let himself fall back into that state of anxiety. He could feel his chest tighten up, so once he was convinced that Cara was stable on her feet, he gave the four other girls a small wave and headed immediately towards his section. He was quick as he rummaged through his backpack and pocketed his wallet as he left the bag on his mattress. He didn't know what he was supposed to say with both Brooklyn and Savannah right near each other, but also with Cara, Makayla and Holly in the room. It was awkward, but Nick tried to convince himself that maybe it wasn't his job to be the referee. He couldn't force the girls to like each other, and he doubted that Roman even asking Brooklyn to lay off would do much good. Maybe he needed to let them work it out. It'd probably end up with a trip to the morgue, but he still didn't have an answer for either of them, and he didn't have an answer for Savannah, and he didn't think he was going to have it any time soon. "Uh, Roman and I are going to get dinner, so I'll see you all later," Nick offered when he was already a few steps up the staircase. He was sure, after saying it, that he had made the situation more awkward by even speaking at all, but the whole situation felt awkward to begin with. In another attempt to make things less tense, when he should have just shut up, he forced a smile and nodded back at Cara. "You better make sure she lays off the vodka, too. Her eyes are already red, white and blue, and it the night's barely started."