A heartfelt laugh left Abbie's full glossy pink lips as she shook her head, "Don't go diva on me just yet. I'd rather you not dump a drink on someone's head because they looked at you funny at your first outing. Trust me, even though these people have money, it doesn't mean they're not nice individuals. Okay well..." She drug out the words as they walked, "A few of them aren't that pleasant but they mean well even if their comments come across as harsh."


His complement made her grin as she bumped him lightly with her elbow. "You clean up pretty good yourself. But don't let it go to your head Mister Greyson, the last thing I need is some diva billionaire at my party." With that she gave him a playful wink before turning to look at the available menu. 

His request to be behind the bar surprised both the bartender and the blonde as he pealed himself out of his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. Leaning up against the bar top, she folded her arms along the top and watched the show. Her caramel eyes expanded as she watched him juggle the bottoms with an unexpected skill. Blonde eyebrows rose as he handed her the drink. Her small hand wrapped around the glass while he came around the bar back to the front. "You're failing that trying to go the 'diva' route Mister Greyson. Keep up the good work." She said with a grin as she brought the drink up to her full lips and sipped it.

Again she found her eyes expanding before she turned her caramel gaze up to him. "Wow! So you were once a bartender and now a billionaire. Prey tell, what were you in between? Do you have any other talents you want to share?" With that she held up her hand, "Keep it modest though, we are in public." She said with a small laugh as she offered him the drink, "Do you want to at least try your creation? It's good."