Rhys, on the other hand, has the conception of girly and masculine drinks, and mostly sees it as a way to send social signals to idiots who are dumb enough to buy into such things.

It takes him a while to measure out the ingredients. He's hindered by the lack of his arm, slowed down enough that it clearly isn't second nature to be without it, but steady enough that he's clearly done this before. Finally he pushes the lid onto the cocktail shaker, before passing it to Arthur,

"Would you shake the hell out of this for me, please?"

He'll grab glasses and ice, and set them out on the bar in the meantime.