Zipporah smiled as Mark kissed her hand, resisting the urge to bob a curtsey, giving him a little wink.  "It's a pleasure, Sir."  She walked behind Mark back to the bar, "The others are drinking... let me see, my personal favorite, an amaretto sour, and rum and coke.  I could make you whatever you want or we can go with your original request and put some amaretto or rum on the rocks."  She smiled and looked around at the other men, meeting their eyes one at a time, "Anyone want something else to drink?  We've also got some snacks."  She was trying to be a good hostess while still actually bouncing a little with excitement, looking forward to the night ahead of them.