Dante stuck his tongue out a bit. He didn't like peaches and he would never understand why people loved it in their liquor so much, but he knew the drink well. First thing he ever mixed and his Father's favorite. There was a very particular way to make it and he hadn't even mixed it since his father passed so long ago, but he was confident that he could still.<br/><br/>"You wait here, honey. I'll have it to you in a  jiff."<br/><br/>Mira chimed in when she noticed Lyle heading to the bar to mix. "Oh! Use those magic hands to mix a doll a sidecar, would ya?"<br/><br/>"Sure thing, Mira." Lyle chuckled and got behind the counter and began to mix the Jägermeister, peach schnapps, and ice first. He really was talented and seemed to used every bit of his hand down to his fingertips to mix with care. His eyes were half lidded, not because he was so tired, but rather he was so relaxed and in lobe while he made drinks. He was right at home behind the bar and never made a mistake as he moved smoothly around it. He finished up the cocktail with the cranberry juice and grave it a gentle stir and some garnish, before sliding it with ease down the bar to Mira and stringing on hers.<br/><br/>Mira took Dante's drink and brought it over to him with a huge grin. She was proud of her boss. Even if there were a hundred bars around she would always come here for drinks. There wasn't anything like them. "Drink up and hold onto your keister. The boss might make an alcoholic out of you if you aren't careful." She laughed.