[despite this being his second go around as a bartender, mick's still not accustomed to people thanking him, regardless of if that thank you is genuine or just out of social obligation. he offers up a curt nod in reply, takes another sip of his drink and watches her reaction carefully. when she successfully manages not to flinch upon first drink, mick decides that he likes her. it's not often he meets women who hold their own. the ones he knows he can count on one hand. he's happy to add another to those ranks.]

The best ones are messy and take up too long to tell. [it's moments like these that he wishes leonard was nearby. he'd know what to say. mick's always been better with action.] But I won't press if you don't feel like talkin'. More drinking less feelings sound good?