The daikiri was very well made, not too alcoholic but not too fruity, and Eve kept licking her lips to get all the sugary sweet flavor her drink had.
She couldn't help but watch Jack drink and deal with the lemon and cherry, more interested in his movements at every second; she even forgot to stop drinking for a second, and finished her drink in half the usual time. The inside of her mouth hurt, so did her head. Brain freeze...
"Oh." She snapped out of it. "I'm a real Jersey girl. What about you?" she asked, looking at the bartender and pointing at her now empty glass.