"You're a northern man aren't you?" Jolene asked as she and her plate traveled to the backside of the bar. She wasn't over being stuck here but she was going to stop freaking out so she could eat and drink and meet new people or in this case, person. "Where abouts?" Jolene reached for his bottle of whiskey and pulled up a glass and poured some in.
There was no way she was going to have beer when she was eating such a heavy meal. If she did she might have to have her pubmate carry her home. She gave him a wink as she put the bottle back near him. Jolene liked that he was Irish it made her feel me at ease. If all the men were going to be good looking and she could have her way with the bar she might not want to ever leave this place.