"Oh god, please no," Maeglin grumbled under his breath as he saw his mother approach the bar. He actually actively tried to ignore her by serving everyone else at the bar first before going over to her, but eventually the drumming of the fingernails got to him.
He pressed his lips together and shrugged his shoulder. "Everyone here likes the color pink. That's 6 dollars." He grabbed a glass and started to make his mother a drink. A very watered down drink.