The bartender seemed to size her up for a second.

Then he nodded. "Okay. Four."

He wasn't as personable as Ezra – who managed to flirt with the waiter who'd come to pick up the order he was fillig – but he could be nice, so he got four shot glasses out along with a bottle of tequila, and began to fill the former from the latter.

Didn't take a professional long at all before he was done, and they were all in a neat row in front of her.

"Four shots."