"Montgomery Scott. My chief engineer and frequent drinking buddy."

Not quite as frequent as he used to be, but then, Jim's had quite a lot on his plate over the last year that's cut into his free time. No one ever told him arranging a wedding would be so much work. Never again. When he leans back against the bar he's got a couple bottles clutched between his fingers. To his credit he doesn't startle to see Harley leaning toward him as if she's putting herself on display.

His gaze dips downward ever so slightly--before snapping back to her face with a smile.

"It's been less than a day, you realize. Since the ceremony. So far? It's a hell of a lot less stressful than everything leading up to it has been." He grabs for a shaker and hurries to shake her up a drink. It probably shouldn't get poured into a highball glass but it's the first one Jim could get his hands on. A couple thin slices of orange get added on as the garnish. The drink is colorful as it is sweet--a stark golden yellow that bleeds into a deep red toward the bottom of the glass due to the way the drink settles.

"Here we are. One Cardassian Sunrise. Just don't say where you got it or I'll be stuck back here all night."