Nanix observed the girl walk in and as a partial party girl herself, saw the tired look on the girls face. Was she looking for a party. She'd find a good time here, sure. But the group from the apartment building wasn't really the party type, so far as she had seen. Nanix heard the call for a mojito and made one, her crafty hands mixing the drink like a pro. She handed it over to the patron 

"you opening a tab or are you paying by drink?" She asked, wiping down a part of the counter where some early day drunk had spilled his gin.