Felix paused his food prep to take a sip of the drink, humming appreciatively and giving her a thumbs up with her free hand, then turned to glance at the doors at her question. "That one," he reported, gesturing to the correct door and lowering the glass again so he could continue to work. "And thank fuck it's not in the floor with how shitfaced we get down here. I don't want to spend my afternoon fishing out the pickled corpses of subjects past just to get a little water jet action, thank you very much."
As he arranged the shrimp neatly around the cocktail sauce in the center of the second plate, he studied the contents of the bar thoughtfully. "So, should we be coming to some sorta consensus on which bottles we're bringing with us? Because as good as this thing is," he poked a finger at the glass, then paused to smile at her. "-thank you, by the way- the idea of trudging back and forth to the bar once we're in there sounds fucking terrible."