"Let me think, should I drink with the fiesty, leggy woman or not?" He grinned and tossed the other wallet, moving over to sit next to her - close, but not too close, feeling out the situation.
He moved to pour the drinks for her, figuring she'd want a glass, handing it to her and sipping his own after giving it a liberal sniff for any poisons. "It's hard enough keeping one person happy, much less a loud, obnoxious mob. It is certainly not your job."