lilian grabs a plastic cup and fills it with sprite from the fountain gun, her lips pursing in for a mere moment before she brings the plastic cup to her mouth to have a sip. “i don’t drink scotch, i prefer windex.” she hums out after she sets the cup down, and then she frowns. “a windex is vodka and a liquid ice energy drink, for clarification. i do not prefer to drink the cleaning product.” she crosses her arms and raises a brow, amused by his words. “i wouldn’t know, i’ve never seen your father to really compare you to him.” she says nothing about his last comment, because that wasn’t really her style of bartending — she didn’t flirt just to get tips.