Shego chuckled, the smirk remaining on her face. "Nothing like getting drunk and getting into a fight to make you feel right at home." Her statement seemed to catch the attention of some of the fine gentlemen playing pool, but at that moment the waitress (one of those trashy 'hot chicks' they hire to give a mostly male populated bar something to look at) approached, looking impatient and expectant.

Shego placed her order for some generic beer brand, continuing to pick at the tabletop with her claws.