The stripper was watching the clock, counting down the minutes before she could leave.
The patron was watching the stripper, his eyes slightly glassy from both booze and lust.
The bartender was watching the waitress, given that she was new.
The waitress was watching her tray, not wanting to spill yet another drink.
The bouncer was watching the patron, making sure he didn’t get grabby.
The private investigator was watching the door, ready to photograph the patron when he emerged, to show the patron’s wife.
The owner was watching the clock, counting down the minutes before the bomb went off.