Two Strikes At The Bar (Open)

This woman was continuing to confuse him. She was almost determined to, it seemed. She said that she wasn't planning on buying them drinks because she wasn't the age to do so. So why did she say, "Drinks are on me?" It was utterly confusing the way Americans spoke.

He sat next to her as she ordered, and when the bartender looked to him for an order, he raised a hand up, the universal indication that he didn't want anything. It was then that she asked him what she should call him, or what his name was, probably. He looked at her, his lips forming a line. "Suzaku," he finally said, before returning to facing forward.

The bartender shrugged as he was informed that he didn't want anything and left to get stuff for her. She looked to him then "You know there are drinks her "You know there are drinks besides alcoholic ones right? I'd be up to buy those for ya, its what i meant when i said I'd buy us some drinks." She sad simply before offering her hand to him then after he said his name. "I'm Jennifer Necowl, it's nice to meet ya Suzaku." She said in a friendly manner.

He looked at her peculiarly. He had already turned down the drinks, so custom forbade him from going back on his decision. At least without losing some honor and self-esteem. She then offered her hand, introducing herself as Jennifer Necowl. He took it, clearly unfamiliar with the gesture, but shook her hand nonetheless. "The same."