Danny firmly kept his thoughts professional and definitely didn't entertain the thought of how her accent made her that much sexier. If she was going to be his boss, he'd have to keep himself in check. He wondered what kind of supernatural she might be. Not that her beauty had to be a result of her species, but it'd sure explain it.
Her hands were warm and he followed her to the bar like a puppy, grinning despite his determination to keep it professional. Xi didn't say he couldn't flirt a bit with the locals.
Then she laid the proverbial glove on the bar and he cleared his throat, focusing his thoughts. This was his moment, the only part of the interview that really counted, as far as he was concerned. "Sure thing. One Sazerac coming right up." Danny winked and slipped behind the bar.
Thank fuck he'd done his research. It was a variation of an Old Fashioned, but a very specific variation. Everything was where it should be behind the bar and Danny only took a couple seconds to orient himself before he started. The chilled glass, rinsed with absinthe, crushed ice. The bottle of cognac brandy, Sazerac de Forge et Fils, was easily recognizable on the shelf behind him. Sugar cube, bitters, stirred, not shaken. Strained into the glass and garnished with the fresh lemon peel.
He set it down in front of her while holding her eyes, a small satisfied smirk in the corner of his mouth. He waited for Marie to taste it, his hands braced on the bar with a comfortable familiarity. His application said he'd most recently come from Chicago where he'd worked for a year and eight months at an old hole-in-the-wall bar.