"Mr. Lynch!" Effie spun on her heel and leaned her back against the bar, crossing her arms over her chest. Her face held an expression that seemed to try for indignation, but was far too amused to be taken seriously. "I think we both know that depends on how good a drink you buy me."
She waggled her eyebrows and grinned broadly. Pulling out on of the bar stools, she hoisted herself up and took a seat. "Hmmm..." Effie drummed her fingers on the bar. "Do you think they'll make fun of me if I order something without alcohol in it?"