"I know you like the quiet," Faye told him, leaning a little into his side, and guess what, that was why they were starting here and not going full-tilt into somewhere with a dance floor. Not that she'd admit to putting literally any thought into what Stark would like or where he would be comfortable, much less cop to the fact that she had thought about it, quite a bit. "But drinks, yes."

She led the way over to the bar to take a seat on a stool, where the bartender immediately greeted her with a, "Hey, Faye. Usual?"

So, maybe she had been here before. Maybe she had chosen to show Stark a place she particularly liked, even. Shhhh.

"Probably shouldn't," she replied easily. "Two bloody eyes?" and the bartender gave her a nod before immediately grabbing a shaker. And maybe that was a sort of scary name for a drink but in actuality was much less frightening (and tastier) than what Faye usually ordered.