"Aw Kee come on!'  Scout called after her in exasperation.  "You know I was kidding!  Damnit she's gotta throw a fit every time I say something that just maybe might be taken offensive or negative or disagreeing with her point of view."  He grumbled, turning all the way towards the bar now and returning Roy's nod.  With nimble fingers he snatched up Barrett's glass and his own, filled them both with the bottle he had 'borrowed', and took two shots in quick succession.