Paige turned to smile at Sam, innocent look still on her face as he and Pete hung up the coats.
She laughed when Pete's accent changed on the word vodka, and she nodded at Sammy's response. "Yeah. Let's save the straight liquor for later. Like when I'm already too drunk to feel it burning."
"Mud slide works." She took a look around, surveying the seating options. "Barstools or table?"