LUKE: A fighting bartender sure is an interesting idea.
GUY: Actually, this outfit is pretty hard to fight in.
LUKE: So change.
GUY: Yeah, I was thinking about that, but...
ANISE: No! Keep it on!
NATALIA: Yes. It suits you very well.
LUKE: ...Ah, I get it. Must be tough being so popular!
GUY: Luke, your voice sounds ever so slightly cold...
LUKE: Humph. See if I care!
I've even written a snippet based on Guy's bartending experience, and I'm trying to build a fic around it.
Guy ducked behind the bar and reappeared with three bottles, each filled with similar-looking amber liquids. He spilled a little of each into a glass, then pushed it toward her. "It's my own invention," he said. "I'd tell you what it's called, but I won't use that kind of language in front of a lady."
That earned him a wan smile as Natalia brought the glass to her lips for a tentative sip. He was mixing his own drink when she sputtered, "Oh, my. It burns!" She waved her hands helplessly in front of her, coughing and eyes watering. "I don't know if I like it."
"You're not supposed to like it," he replied. "It's designed to get you drunk as quickly as possible."
She regarded her glass cautiously, then summoned all her strength and took a big gulp. More coughing and watering, but she looked determined to suffer through it.
"The only other person I ever made this for was Jade," he continued. "That was the closest I've seen him come to expressing pain, but all he did was wince slightly and say...." He mimed pushing up glasses and drawled, "'Next time, make it stronger, Guy.'"
And I guess I don't have to worry about spoiling anyone on Ion anymore, right? Except.... Hmmmmm.....