"I think we're out of beer," Luna mused as she stared at the ceiling in thought. Or maybe she had forgotten to restock the fridge earlier today when she had come in for her shift. "but I can make you something else, if you don't mind an experiment." She hadn't tried any of her own concoctions yet (she had a volunteer for that) but she thought she was doing a good job of it, even though she was uneasy about one of those nights where a lot of people were in here, all drinking at once. For some reason, it made her uncomfortable to see the prolonged effects of alcohol on people.
"Hello Alicia. You were here just a week ago, I think. But it's good that you're back. George was very sad. He came in here a lot. Wait, maybe I wasn't supposed to tell you that." But then she figured that maybe Alicia had already spoken to George, and that's why she was here. Or maybe she just liked beer. But she didn't see any of that, so instead Luna began pouring different colored liquids into a shaker.