Lyle smiled softly at the compliment, playing it cool. He was glad that his talent shone through. Even with bootlegs and such he made damn good drinks. Though hearing Dante say it was the best gave him butterflies. That made him a bit nervous. Butterflies were never a good sign.<br/><br/>Mira grinned and ran to get her drink before sitting on the side of the stage sipping it while Lyle polished glasses. "My favorite. I like these drinks so damn much." She sighed happily. "So, you coming to the drinking party tomorrow?" She peered up at Dante. "Once a month we get a shipment of booze, but its kinda shady so we have to try all of it to see what we can use and what we have to scrap. Lyle takes it very seriously, but he's a lightweight so he's usually smashed after the first drink and can't remember what he thought of anything." She laughed slapping her leg. "He's such a funny drunk he kept trying to write down notes and the next day found out he wrote everything down in pictures! He had no idea what anything tasted like!"<br/><br/>Lyle threw a rag at her and it landed on her head. "<b>A</b><i><b>nyway!</b></i>" He cleared his throat. He could believe Mira told him that, but if he was going to come he'd see it or himself anyway. "That's why I need you all since I won't know what's good or not the next day. Its an important job that will decide what we sell here. And to get you motivated we have a gamble. Place a bet on what drink you think will sell best that month and if you're right your pay gets doubled for a week."