Avi nods, mixing the drink with an expert hand, then grabs a coke for himself and a beer for Kiric.  Carefully balancing the drinks, he hands each to the person who'd requested it.  "A nice cold beer for the gentleman, and a whiskey sour for the lovely lady."  Winking, he settles down on the other side of Sheiba from Kiric, bringing his glass up.  "Cheers."