The woman watched as the drink was assembled, raising an eyebrow as the man made pretty much a picture-perfect milkshake, and with a cherry on top to boot. "Can I get the rest of that bottle o' bourbon if ya don't mind. Need a good..." She took the bottle and knocked back a good slug of the liquor. A low rumbling started at the back of her throat as she set the alcohol down, emerging from her mouth as a rough, growly 'rah' sounding noise as the burn subsisded. "That's what the doctor ordered. Ain't no finer painkiller than eighty proof, ain't that right?" The woman chuckled to herself, flipping over the pages of the menu. "Chris'almighty, what a delight! Could go a lifetime and not eat the same thing twice. I think though some comfort foods are in order for me; could you be a dear and send the order for the uh..." She flipped back through the pages, tapping on the right one after a few seconds.

"Chilli cheese fries and the onion rings, and I do not take kindly to skimpin' on the jalapeños." She offered a wink, and then gasped, seemingly shocked at something. "Now now, where in the [i]hells[/i] are my manners. You'se gave me drink and I ain't even given a kindly gent like you my name! Call me Vyn." Once this was done, she would turn and look at Balthazar and his goons. Rough. Tumble. Dangerous sorts of fellas; the kind she normally dragged in for a price on their heads. "I appreciate the gesture gentlemen."