"Rum'n'ice," Rose pronounced, sliding the glass over to Archibald with a flourish. To be fair, there was...exactly one ice cube in that glass, but dammit, it was expensive to get it hauled in, alright? Archie was a faithful customer, so he didn't get the same haughty look and haggling anyone else who asked for ice did, but she had standards, alright?

Standards that didn't usually include skull-faced men eyeing her finely busselled backside. Rose hopped up onto a stool, crossing her legs at the knee and leaning back on her elbows, raising her eyebrows in rebuke at the ever-masked man sitting in the corner. She kicked her foot idly, a smile curving her lips as she watched the town filter in, and blinked when poor drunk Johnny spoke up. She looked down at him, bemused but amused.

"Just a short one, darlin'?" she asked, a laugh hidden in her voice. "Awright, shoot."