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How [i]cute[/i] was what Mirei thought as the tall girl nodded energetically. Honestly, she looked like a large puppy or something. Adorable things were one of Mirei's favorites. She chuckled, realizing that she was the quiet type. Mirei would probably end up talking to her later. Mirei turned back to the bartender as he spoke. 

[color=#FFCCFF]"Work. That about sums it up for the most part. Good day though."[/color] she replies with a sigh as she takes the drink. The dark color with a white head. Been a while since she had some Adambier. Sour and smokey and bitter with caramel and chocolate but not at all sweet. 

She drank the whole thing altogether but made sure to savor most of it. Not that that was evident with her speed as she swallowed. She set it back down, making sure not to slam it on the table. Mirei always favored the slight and barely noticeable metallic flavor. A strong kick as she gave a satisfied smile. The sudden noise that came out of the bartenders mouth surprised her as she flinched a bit. Realizing that he was announcing something, Mirei looked up at him as he spoke.  

[b]"This fine young man would like you all to have a free drink on him!"[/b]

 Sighing as she tried to understand why people did that. She didn't even know that people [i]still[/i] did that. Buying a round for the whole bar? It never failed to make her feel guilty but Mirei didn't bother to turn around and see who it was. Rummaging through her bag, Mirei pulled out her wallet and whipped out her credit card, placing the wallet back in her bag. She pushed her glass, along with the credit card in front of her and towards the bartender.

[color=#FFCCFF]"I'll be opening a tab. And also... do you have sahti?"[/color] She thought about her decision for a mere 5 seconds before changing her mind. Maybe she'd have a mixed drink. Mirei hated to have the same drink many times. Didn't sit well with her. She always felt like she needed to have something else. 

[color=#FFCCFF]"Actually, i'll have a New Orleans Hand Grenade. 1 1/2 oz gin, 1 1/2 oz grain alcohol, 1 1/2 oz melon liqueur, 1 1/2 oz rum, 1 1/2 oz vodka."[/color] Mirei listed, flashing him a kind smile after saying the ingredients quickly. It wasn't that much of an uncommon drink. At least, all of her past friends knew about it. Strong drink, not too bad but still packing a good punch. 

Either way, without Mirei realizing it, the bit of alcohol she had was already starting to kick in. Didn't matter much yet either way. She didn't get affected by it until her fourth or fifth round and she might just stop before her thir- wait no, this was going to be her third round. Well, Mirei was debating against stopping after her seventh or eighth round. Gah, I need to stop acting like an alcoholic. She didn't look like one but she sure as hell liked to drink. [color=#FFCCFF]"Thanks"[/color] she added, realizing that she had forgotten to say so earlier.
[@Specter189]