"The password," she told him, attempting for serious in her expression but unable to keep from smiling at him, "is: 'Marian, get me a bloody beer already!'" She nodded her head towards the actual bar in a gesture that meant he should follow. "Come on, I'll give you the tour."
In front of the bar Marian raised her hands wide as though presenting. "This is the bar," she told him, "and... that's your tour." She grabbed a bottle of beer from the mini fridge and passed it to him after cracking off the lid. "My apartment is up those stairs," she said, gesturing behind him.