By the time there was a natural pause between songs, Beau was very aware that Scor was thirsty for more than a drink. It was kind of cute and Beau was glad for a break.
The bar had better lighting than the dancefloor and Beau was able to get a better look Scor. "Well, that is quite the shirt," he remarked, leaning himself against the bar. His amusement was evident even as he acknowledged the bartender. "I'll get a double firewhiskey." Beau glanced at Scor. "What's your poison?"