Maggie wandered back to the bar with a tray of empty glasses and a couple of orderd, and noticed the gym instructor sitting there. "Hey... Uh, did we meet at the crew orientation? You work in the gym, right? I'm sorry, I have a lousy memory for names and faces."<br/><br/>She giggled, softly. "I'm Maggie, and I work here. You never know, I might come visit your domain during my off-shift..." She grinned, then slipped behind the bar and began getting glasses and bottles and filling the former from the latter. She scanned the list of drinks she was preparing for customers. "Oh there's always one... see the guy in the hat? He wants a long slow screw against a wall!"<br/><br/>She quickly mixed sloe gin, vodka, southern comfort and Galliano into a Collins glass, then topped it off with orange juice. "I hope he chokes on it!" She grinned and carried the loaded tray back out.