Sarah shrugged. "Dunno. Reaction to wearing fucking spandex to work, I suppose." Lord knows she liked to cover herself up with full-length pants and a nice blazer when she wasn't working. "So that's two whiskeys then, is it? I can handle that."

She nodded towards one of the booths. "There's the regular spot." Already occupied by a dark-haired guy in all-black and a smiley, if a little frumpy young woman with huge glasses. "You can go on over there while I go deal with Norsey at the bar."