Sounds good to her. Anna's leaning pretty heavily on the bar, but only after the first few steps, once her legs seem to disagree with her for the first time. Bad time, bad place for her body to still be getting used to these changes, but that's another reason she prefers the privacy.

"Got it," she says once she's behind the bar, and grabs the darkest rum she can find and a bottle of ginger beer. It's not hard to mix the two over ice and add a lime wedge to the rim of a chilled glass, so while it might not necessarily be her usual, the drink she hands over to Clover is the easiest thing she can put together with any confidence.

"Dark 'n Stormy," she says. "One part rum, two parts ginger beer. Closest thing to my usual that I trust myself to get right." Besides, Anna doesn't want to get Clover fucked up. She respects her and her choices. Without wasting any more time, she starts mixing up a second for herself.