[She lets out a little laugh as his head suddenly appears above the bar like it's floating there, and without any ado she hops up on its surface, swings her legs over, and lands on the other side with him.] Am I a stereotype if I ask for sake?

[She waves a hand in aversion,] Nevermind. Do they have coke? Bourbon and coke is good. Or if they have oj we can make screwdrivers.

[Whispering (why is she whispering even),] There's this thing called a Slippery Nipple.