Emerging from behind him, Thalia announced her presence with a cheerful knock of the palm upside Raven's head. "Oh, give it up, bird-boy," she advised, squeezing in next to him. Her own drink was a slightly less classy but terribly vibrant blue margarita. Because anybody who passed up the opportunity to drink something bright blue had something wrong with them.
"Seriously, I leave you unattended for one minute and already you're scaring the punters?" The words were faux-scolding but her grin was wide, her cheeks still flushed with excitement.
Thalia's eyes wandered toward the punter in question, a young blonde hanging by the bar, and she gave the mortal a friendly smile. "Hi! Don't mind Corbin, he's just rehearsing his creepy-old-guy routine."