Cressida/Kiernan | The Spoony Bard | 9pm.
The voice startled Kiernan, but he shrugged it off as easily as he finished off the last sip of the margarita. He turned to see Cressida sitting beside him and he grinned.
"Hey, it takes a real man to enjoy a fruity drink in public like this. What's the point in secretly enjoying something?" With a whistle, Kiernan waved the bartender over with the intentions of ordering another glass, with sugar on the rim this time. "Order what you want. It's on me, but just this one." He couldn't afford anything else.