Not long. You get a drink at the bar and wait to see what happens.

It only takes about thirty seconds of tugging at your bonds to escape. Seemingly, they were tied with the knowledge that you wouldn't be left on your own to free yourself, something you're very thankful for.

Leaning back up and rubbing your sore wrists, you stand to your feet and look around at the now empty bar. Making the best of a bad situation, you lift the hatch set into the counter, and crouch behind it to recover some of the most expensive wine they have.

Removing the cork with a brief burst of telekinesis, your pour a measure into a wine glass, swirl it around, and sip at it.

Not the best, but it'll have to do.

Back in control once more, you think this is a good time to wait and see what happens next. At the very worst, you've wasted an afternoon, and this could prove interesting.