"I ain't asking shit from<em>you.</em>"  Iris tells the waiter.  As the other man interrupts, she looks at him, sizing him up, trying to figure out his angle.<br/><br/>"Awright.  Let's have a drink then, eh?"  She says after a moment, leading through the indicated doorway.  She slaps a  hand on the bar as she sits down.  "Scotch on the rocks, mate.  Make it a double."  She says, before looking back at the man.<br/><br/>"What do they call you?"