The barkeep waited on them as instructed, topping up cups with the various bottles in hand. As he tipped a particular strong smelling open bottle of vodka over Jets cup, the liquid spiraled and splashed within the old glass but never escaped the unobscured opening. 
Confused and a little bewildered he looks back and forth from the patrons at the table as he tips it further then necessary and gives it a shake.
Nothing... Jets cup remained empty.
He began to stammer a confused apology when the man opposite jet slightly raised his hand dismissivly and spoke.

"It's quite alright, the lady has some things to explain before she drinks anymore. Thank you though."
His smug devilish grin crawling with pride and amusement across his face.