Peter walked up to the bar slowly with Carly and Sharon, nodding pleasantly at Miranda and Allister, as well as Christina.  "Hello there, I'm Peter, and this is Carly, and Sharon.  Glad you could join us."  He quirked an eyebrow at the ghostly bartender.  "Well sir, I believe we'll be having rum this evening.  One for each of us, please."<br/><br/>"Rum, three times, coming right up."  The bartender pulled three shot glasses up and set them on the bar, and seemed to materialize a bottle of rum that looked quite old.  Peter's eyebrow raised further.  The bartender upturned the rum, filling each glass without spilling a drop before smiling faintly at the group.  "There you are, then."<br/><br/>Peter took his and downed it easily, kicking his head back and letting it slide down his throat.  "That'll warm you up, if nothing else," he joked.