Noting the short haired woman's approval with some satisfaction, the Bartender didn't protest as the woman took the bottle of bourbon for herself. He didn't take offense, in fact, he took another bottle from behind his bar's seemingly endless supply of things. Smiling politely at her, the man took the menu book and set it a few stools down, available for anyone who wished to take a look. Ever the good host, he nodded affirmative to the woman's request and picked up the receiver of a rather old looking phone that waited patiently behind him. "Spinning the dial a few times, the faint ringing of a bell could be heard from the device until someone on the other end of the line picked up. "Good evening Erin. Yes, that's right, it will be an order of chilli fries and onion rings. On no, quite the opposite this time, they would like a healthy portion of jalapenos. Thank you, you're always reliable. Have a good evening."  

Setting the handset down gently, the bartender returned his attention to the short haired woman who introduced herself as Vyn. "It's a pleasure to meet you Vyn, your food should be ready and here in about fifteen or so minutes, my associate needs to make a fresh batch of fries and onion rings for you."

Now that he had satisfied his first customer, the Bartender turned his attention to the man who seemed to be all arms and legs, dressed in his fine tailored suit. Chuckling at the request, he turned around to looked through the shelves ponderously. Deciding, he plucked six bottles down from his left most cabinet, setting them out before Lucas. "While I understand the nature of your request, you may find that it can be quite subjective as to what constitutes a 'fine bottle' of wine. I've taken the liberty of picking a few that should hopefully please your pallet." He informed the man, all the wile taking his card out of politeness. Hearing the door slam open for the second time that night, the older man rose his eyebrow as he watched another woman who'd clearly seen better days stumble into the bar room.

"You don't look so good, young lady," Observed the man rather dryly. "Do you require aide of some sort? I can render assistance if that's what you need." In the mean time, he slid the book he'd given to Vyn and opened it up to let her browse through her drink options. "Free drinks indeed. Just find something you'd like and I'll get it for you." 

Never one to miss a newcomer, the Bartender happened to spot the tabby cat wander in as the door slowly closed itself. Smiling to himself he filled a small saucer with the milk he'd used in Vyn's milkshake, setting it down on the floor at the end of the bar for the furry little guest. "Hello there, enjoy your stay and know you're safe here," he told the cat, scratching between it's ears. 

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