Rip me off, would ya?

"If it's the advice you are looking for, you've come to the right place and the right person!" the shop owner pumped out her chest only to strike it with her fist. Hearing my request she suddenly brightened up and turned all smiles. 

'Isn't it lovely to work with people passionate about their job?' I thought, amused by this display of confident competence. 

"What kind of drinks are you looking for? Something for any particular kind of event? Or just stocking up your bar?" she asked, already dropping her pose as she rushed out towards the now vacant space behind the counter and pulled out quite a sizeable album. 

"We are just stocking up," I replied, dismissing the woman's initial idea. 

Pretending that we needed drinks for some sort of event would only lead her to suggest one, maybe two types of them but in all sorts of varieties. And unsure about Fay's tastes, I saw no point in choosing the kind of drinks she would like at random.