Had Kiara been able to hear the thought about not getting between an Irish girl and her drinks then, well, she would have drank to that. There was nothing that ever said it was a good idea to take a drink away from her. Sure, it was true that the drinking Irish stereotype was a little overdone but Kiara had never minded because she was fond of her beer. Martini's were okay, cosmo's were too girly and screwdrivers were actually not that bad. Really though, beer, that was her thing and if she got enough in her then it was going to be a fun week. "Mmm," Kiara nodded, eying the bottom of her mug before extending it towards the bartender with a raised eyebrow. If the guy did not know how to keep a siren's glass full then he needed to get himself retrained or he was going to wind up in the back alley.
"Apparently they tried to burn her and me mum," Kiara said with a shake of her head, ignoring the protests that earned from Eilir. If you'd settle in better then this wouldn't be a problem, would it? Stop your whining. "After the Light o' May, figured out that maybe they wasn't what they appeared to be... chased them out. Kerri dropped mum in New York and came here to be with me. You and she can meet anyday, just tell me when you're free. Her accent though?" 'Her accent is so thick you'd think you were in Ireland,' Eilir tossed in, unable to help herself. "It'll be nice to have some help with the new market, she's always had a good head for that sort o' thing. So... how many o' those will you be needing?"