"It's not me this time, I swear!" She laughs brightly and gestures to the table with open hands. "The moment you two started singing, the bartender was sending over drinks. Really, you only have yourself to blame for this, Majima," she teases, a full smirk pulling across her lips as she picks up two more of the shots she tried before.

"Here." She hands one to Majima and one to Harley, then picks up the last one for herself. "A toast to a good night out," she says, raising her little glass out. "And to the first of many such nights with the best companions a rogue could ask for." Smirk pulling a little wider, she taps her glass against the others' and then throws back the whole thing with a satisfied hum. Yes, this is a very acceptable alcoholic drink to her, because it must not have much in it if she can't taste it, right?

"Dreams, I don't know what's in this, but it's delicious." Amelia's going to pick up one of the blue one, smell it, and then trade it out for the other variety topped with whipped cream. No way she's drinking one she can smell the alcohol in. "I might have to get us a few more rounds of these when we're done with what we have. I've never had something quite like this before." And down goes shot number three!