“One margarita, easy done.” Classic drinks were easy enough to make. She had a bunch memorised by this point, and she starts grabbing the ingredients. The only problem was not being used to her own strength. When she goes to grab the glass, it breaks in her hand. She swears under her breath and brushes the glass off her hand. “Sorry, um…” She felt stupid, and hated that. She grabs another glass, salting the rim and pouring in the cocktail. “One margarita.”
“Thank you,” Sif nodded, resting her arms on the top of the bar as she watched the girl grab the ingredients. The glass breaking startled her somewhat, and she couldn’t help the curiosity that rose in her, but she simply smiled, waving off the apology. “It’s fine. It happens.” Especially around Paragon, it seemed, where so many people had some sort of power. “Thank you,” she said again, sliding the money over as the girl poured the drink. “You’re new here, aren’t you?”