"You got it, scotch on the rocks." She called back. There was exactly one scotch back there. As nice as bossman tries to make his "Cabaret" seem, it was still a dive that served paint thinner. He'd thank her later.
She slid the drink over with a bottle of beer. He'd need it.
"Closing or open?" She looked at the party he just came from, the guest had his face buried in a DDDeadre'tits. "...tab?"