Skip returns a few moments later with the ordered drink. Of course, no one said she couldn't have the bartender just use well whiskey. He hadn't specified, and she was curious about whether or not he was enough of a proper whiskey drinker to even know the difference. Enough guys thought ordering whiskey was, in and of itself, a status symbol but couldn't tell the good shit from piss.

"Whiskey on the rocks."

She set it down and almost immediately rolled her eyes when she heard an argument starting at the bar. Without even waiting to let the bartender try to handle it.

"Oi! You lot shut the fuck up! I don' care what the fuck you're on about this time."