"Well, don't get me wrong, it tastes nice, it just makes my whole mouth freeze," said Raven. "Although I think I'll take your advice. Dex! Grab me something else, would ya?"
"Like what? A Sherley Temple? Pina Colada? Bellini?" he teased. 
Raven gave him a quick glare and slid his glass across the counter to the cheeky white-haired bartender; it left a trail of frost on the bar as it went. "Don't care, just make it quick. Please," he added, with a grin.