"You're not wrong there." Casey's smirk widens briefly in response. She's one smart cookie. Nows how to play the game, keeping some cards close to the chest, displaying others. He can't wait to play a real hand of poker with her.

"Johnny Walker, black, for the lady then. It's best if you sip it real slow. I think I'll skip the ice too."

He sets her up a tumbler glass and then pours a double shot of the dark amber liquid into it.

"I warn you, some people think it tastes too earthy, too smoky."