"All right. As I recall from my days in nursing school when bartenders were trying to get my number, they keep the good stuff up high." She takes a step back, looking up, scanning the shelves. "That one," she declares, reaching up for the bottle and turning to set it on the bar, pausing to favor Logan with a smile.

Then it's back to the shelves for what she needs: Kahlua, vodka, some ice from under the bar. "I don't honestly know the proper recipe for this," Christine admits, tipping the vodka in after the darker liquor. "Let's see how this goes. Logan, did you want some ice or a mixer? Or are you drinking that straight?"