She nodded, "Well he's fulla shit." She took another drink and smiled more. "So you work here? You bartend or what?" Because she didn't figure he was the bartending type, though having a rockstar dad, he probably knew a few drinks offhandedly. She went back and took another shot, intentionally missing again so he could try it once more. "Try again, an' this time, when you aimin' f'the ball, try an' hit it at th'side further away from th'pocket so it goes in."