Trish closes the platinum door behind her, and is immediately set upon by a very... poignant... smell. That flush creeps back into her cheeks when she realizes that her body is reacting unconsciously to the scent... surely she's not<em>that</em>buzzed off of one beer?<br/><br/>"Oh..." She says when the elven woman speaks up. She hadn't realized that the private bar would be manned by another employee. "Um... I'll take something strong, I think. Do you guys do Jagerbombs here?"<br/><br/>She sits down in front of the bar and lets her eyes wander, succumbing just a little to the effect of the woman's scent. It's certainly a pleasant view, connected to a pleasant sensation.<br/><br/>"And what is your name, miss? I'd like to know the women who are likely to get me drunk by their first names, at least..."