Arisu had virtually rocketed out of her seat when Mercer put his hand on her shoulder, now she was simply standing there, glaring up at him, cheeks flushed lightly, glass of cognac & cider being gripped shakily in her right hand.
"Hey don't you know it's rude as hell to sneak up on people like that!? what the fr-...Jesus, I can smell the booze on your breath from here...sit down, Mercer...and of course I ordered you one."
She sighed softly, slumping back onto her own barstool, watching Mercer, waiting for him to sit.