"The Irish drinks are far superior than anything else this trap serves," she answered, collecting the line of foam left behind by the head from her glass with a long finger before licking it suggestively off. "More authentic. Athens may be outside that door, but in here, you might as well tell yourself you're in Dublin," Eris advised, brushing a long lock of midnight colored hair from her eyes. The pub didn't actually pass her high standard but it did well enough to imitate what she'd left behind. Almost enough to make her feel nostalgic... almost. "But if you're too light and don't have the stomach for the Good Stuff, then aye, you best be sticking to Bulmer's and the likes."