章 138: Potbelly Guild Part 3

The bartender glared down at Lady Britille and waited. Lady Britille narrowed her own gaze as she glared up at him. "We don't make that kind of drink." He said in a low voice. Lady Britille raised her index finger and moved it back and forth as she gave the bartender a cat like smile. "I said I want a raspberry truffle, white chocolate, whiskey aged coffee... Actually make it two cups. One for my master and one for myself." 

Calder stepped behind Lady Britille and waited, making sure to glance at the men at the bar. They seemed to know something as the sobered up instantly and balled up their fists. Waiting to be called into a fight. 

The bartender moved his gaze to Calder and eyed his mask. He placed his rag onto the bar's countertop and bowed. "I apologize, I must have misheard you the first time." He said as he raised his head, his charming smile back on his face. "Please follow me to the second floor where we serve coffee." He said politely.