Mazikeen Smith and Crowley
Mazikeen hardly expected anyone in the capacity of a potential bartender to be there and especially, somehow, close to her. She looked over at the man in sunglasses, arching a brow at him in mild curiosity. If there was one thing that never ceased to amaze Mazikeen, it was the colorful people that just kept on showing up here. That part of this sleepy little town would never get old at least and provided some entertainment for someone as easily bored as Mazikeen.
At the comment, Mazikeen rolled her eyes. "I wasn't asking for an opinion on the drink choice gramps, but I can drink both a dry red and a sparkling white. It doesn't particularly matter to me. Alcohol content is the kicker," she replied, raising her glass. "But thanks for the added bottles. Someone like me needs a never ending supply."