Taking a seat that looked like it had seen better days, she peered at the bottles behind the bartender and asked, "Do you have anything that you can put an umbrella in? Or a menu?" Bella, if it wasn't already obvious, didn't know the difference between tequila and bourbon. All she knew was that she wanted something with a cute umbrella.
And maybe a cherry.
The bartender looked at her with a bemused look. "Are you serious sweetheart?" Even as he spoke, he was already getting Damon's drink together and hunting around for an umbrella.