Ainsley's eyebrows rose as the bartender headed their way without so much as a wave from Liam. Then again, he was one of the better looking blokes at the club tonight. Perhaps that helped get her attention as well as so many other people's. The bloke did seem to have an air about him. He smiled at the choice of drink, finding it amusing. Not many would have pegged him as one to enjoy the classier drink, especially as it was often served in a martini glass, making it look a little girly. But Ainsley had no trouble with such things, and found the choice intriguing.
He would have asked a question, but instead found himself being queried, and he couldn't help but find the attention somewhat flattering. Still, he didn't have a full answer to that question, so he shrugged. "I reckon this just isn't my cup of tea," he said. "I prefer quieter places, mostly. The local pub is more my speed. But my friends wanted to go out, so here we are." He offered a smile to show he was glad now that he'd agreed to go.
When his drink was delivered he asked the question he'd put on hold earlier. "You're not having one?"