"Jagerbombs?" the woman repeated, raising a brow and chuckling "How delightfully unrefined... I can manage such a drink I think..."<br/><br/>And indeed, with a gentle sort of grace she works around beneath the small bar and pulls out a small can, a pint glass, and a shot glass.  Cracking open the can and pouring it into the glass - which didn't even fill up halfway - the next was the shot glass of Jager she poured, but didn't drop it in just yet...<br/><br/>"There you are, now don't drink it too fast." she said, setting the components in front of Trish "And you can call me 'Dream'; most women tell me I'm like something from their dreams..."<br/><br/>A soft, melodic chuckle, and she leaned forward to prop her head up on her arms against the table, looking up at Trish's eyes, waiting for her to ask something else...