"Woo, I like a girl who likes to party!" Heath says excitedly at the mention of whiskey. The Minstrel stretches over the counter and waves a hand at the bartender. "Hey, barkeep, Bourbon Highball if you please!" he calls out before turning back to the frightened jackrabbit.
"Hmm, just Jack, huh?" he considers, moving his lips about his face as if working on something sour in his mouth. "Alright, Jackie, so what's your story? You been hiding yourself somewhere about town or did you just blow in? I think I'd remember that cute button nose hopping around. I just got here last year myself from Washington State. I've got some regular gigs at the few comedy clubs downtown. Sasha wasn't joking about that."
Heath takes a long long draw from his tall beer glass, having not given himself the opportunity to drink from it yet.