"Most people don't want anything fancy," Fiona answered as she took half a step back and reached for the bartender's guide wedged beside the cash register. "A pour of scotch, a beer. You'd think with the clientele this place pulls, you'd have to learn some kind of crazy alien drinks or something, but for the most part the most complicated things I get asked for are, like, screwdrivers or martinis."

She handed the book over. "You can borrow it. I don't think I've ever seen anybody even open it up, so it won't be missed," she continued with a laugh. "My family's Irish, so I pretty much came out of the womb knowing how to mix drinks, but I've been looking on the internet for new stuff. Fancier, like that." She pointed to Ruby's glass.