Snippet #2464005

Delilah smirked, reaching behind the counter, plucking some cold stones from the freezer below, dropping them into the glass with a *clink*. "That's what I'm here for, darling." She said with a smile, turning to grab a crystal decanter from a high shelf on the bar. She returned, delicately removing the top from the decanter and poured a good portion of whiskey into his glass. After replacing the top to the decanter and setting it on the counter she leaned over the bar, propping her elbows on the counter with her chin perched in her hands. "No order is too tall, dear." She said with a wink.
Delilah was good at her job, that much was apparent. From the full tip cup that sat upon the counter to the gawks and stares of adoration that were directed at her from the other patrons present. But serving drinks wasn't her job. It was picking out the business opportunities from those that simply hung around to drink and gawk.