[ oh hells yes, he's got a sexy accent/way of speaking too. she didn't know why she didn't think he would but she's delighted to hear it now.

she takes the drink with a grateful smirk but she has to set it on the bar to hike her tiny self up onto the barstool, that is, assuming that he doesn't move to lead them to be seated. honestly, she wouldn't mind eating at the bar. it means being closer to the booze, after all.

either way, she's momentarily distracted by his words, she gives him an "oh wellllll gosh" sort of look, waving her hand at him in a bashful way.] Well shucks, you might make me blush. [ it's a tease but it's also true, she grins at him--]

Trust me, your picture doesn't do any of this-- [ she gestures her hand to indicate his whole person ] justice. The accent is like a cherry on top.