"Beer... you never get far with beer." A second later she was on the other side of the bar. Whiskey, rum and tequila got lined up next to two glasses.
"Why am I even working here?" Mitchell shouted from the other side of the room, laughter in his voice. He walked over to them with a tray full of empty glasses.
"Someone's got to do the cleaning, old man," Kat answered with a grin.