Nina grabbed a cut glass whiskey glass from below the bar, dropped a couple of totally clear ice cubes into it, and poured from a cut glass bottle on one of the shelves. The liquid looked like dark amber honey flowing over the ice cubes. 

[color=ec008c]"18 year old Aberlour. I think you'll enjoy it."[/color] She said with a grin. [color=ec008c]"Please, please, take some food, darling. You look skin and bones."[/color] Nina shooed Ryker away from the bar then, toward the table in the center of the room.

Quickly, as if she had plenty of experience behind the bar, a crystal martini glass was brought up from below the bar. Frost began forming on it as tiny tendrils of cold air smoked upward. She deftly slid a lemon slice around the rim and turned it upside down in a circular china dish of sugar tinged with a gold color.

Seemingly at the same time as she was dealing with the martini glass, the etched metal cocktail shaker was being filled in her hands with vodka, lemon juice, and simple syrup, all poured from their own glass bottles on the shelves behind. Her hands moved over the bottles, pouring and moving things with such a dexterous speed and so light a touch that it almost seemed as if a bottle was going to slip through her fingers and shatter on the ground at her feet. Her voice rose easily over the noise of the shaker as she mixed the drink almost by instinct.

[color=ec008c]"Don't be shy. I can make you anything you could possibly want."[/color] She said to the others still walking through the doorway. Her words drifted through the room, somehow ominous and sensual at the time.

Only a moment after reaching below the bar to bring out the martini glass in the first place, she was holding a lemon drop in a glass rimmed with golden sugar. 

[color=ec008c]"Or, if you prefer, I can simply surprise you."[/color]