That smile was intriguing, she eyeballed it with curiosity and made a note to watch out for it again later. She also made a note of the level of his drink, and decided to have a bit of fun and lighten the mood from her own comment.
"Me?" A scoff as she reached down below the counter to grab a clean glass. Briar tossed it into the air gently so it spun three times before she caught it, "I dance and drink with my demons every night." It had the air of a street performance, and indeed she had learned this from a performer who would stand out on sidewalks in front of pubs and pour fancy drinks they lit on fire and other such outlandish things.
It was a good distraction from their cohorts who picked the pockets of the crowd. That wasn't Briar's aim this time though, as she tossed the glass over her head and into her other hand, then once more high in the air so she could spin around--tavern skirt and apron fluttering around her with the motion. The bottle was grabbed as she spun and she plucked the glass out of the air as it fell down to chest level, "And in the morning I find happy virgins." One of the men at the tables whistled at her, and she blew him a kiss before she waved the bottle at Simon, "Another, or are you warm enough?"