Re: Bar
Kara gave an unladylike snort and poured herself a shot of Bushmills to toast with.
"To a happy St. Patrick's day with good friends," she said and tapped her glass against his bottle then downed her shot. "Now you boys excuse me but I need to go see what's holding Cook up in the kitchen."
She gave them a wink then disappeared through the door with a shout that was echoed by a much deeper one.
Deacon laughed and sipped his beer. "I would not want to be on the receivin' end of her temper."