The bartender was listening, wiping another glass in the mean time.
"Sounds like perhaps the she-devil bit down on y'er tongue," he looked to the side, noticing someone motioning him to order." One sec..."
Sunny had called him, not really realizing the bartender was in a discussion. He ordered a bottle of vodka and a shot glass with some lemons and salt and the bartender quickly gets the order before walking back to the man he was talking to before.