"I'm going to get at least two drinks," Luna said. "Make sure this mouth of mine lives through it." There was some joke about putting hotter things in her mouth, but they might not quite be there yet.
As they moved towards the counter, Luna took a surreptitious look around the room to clock the other people there, making sure she knew what they all looked like. Why? Did she truly expect to see a dead man there and waiting for her? He wasn't stalking anyone anymore, never again. Maybe it was just that he'd made her more aware of who might be watching her at any time.
Through her sleeve, Luna scratched at one of the scars.
"This is my shout," she told him, just in case he was getting any ideas about whipping out some cash.