"No wine. Got it."  Callista said softly, feeling somewhat frustrated that her plans for a good cup of wine had been changed. It was probably for the best that she listened to her peers, though. While she wasn't a stickler for fancy wine, whatever they had here would probably not be good. When Bella nudged her to order whiskey, Callista shook her head quietly and looked over the selection of beers. They had a lot of different brands she hadn't heard of before.<br/><br/>"Thank you for the suggestion. I don't drink whiskey though... haven't had it since World War II ended." Callista replied softly as she mused over what to drink. "I worked in the front lines as a nurse during that time period. We ran out of supplies very quickly and we tended to improvise. As it turns out, whiskey was a very good antispectic. Mix that in with the smell of blood and protruding bones and organs... not a good combination. It stayed with me," she confessed, becoming distant for a couple of seconds before returning to the conversation with a smile.<br/><br/>"Anyway, let's not linger on the bad stuff for too long." Calista offered them a nervous smile, biting her lower lip. "I'll just get a beer. I think I need it if I'm going to make it through the next few hours. I'm not the best at this casual conversation thing. I'm not really used to 'hanging out' with people or having friends."