[Fey]

Giving Duryn a moue of disappointment she flashed a red-hot smile at the bartender, a young woman in a nearly not-there blue dress. "Teran, I'll take the usual. And the devilishly handsome young man with me is being singularly unimaginative and would like a bottled water." Turning back to her erstwhile companion she walked her fingers up his chest. "Don't tell me I've a bit of a teetotaler on my hands? One drink won't hurt you." The bartender slid a bottle of water towards them along with a quartet of shot glasses. "I'll even let you have one of my Horsemen."