It's generally not considered wise to keep the Admiral waiting. And, after watching her drink being held up for more than a few minutes, there's the distinct hiss of steel being drawn.

"I'm not always a patient woman, sweet thing," Isabela rasped in the drunkard's ear, a dagger at his throat, "So I suggest not standing between me and my drink."

The pirate laughs as she sends him scurrying off, and snags the glass off the tray.
"Mind if I take that off your hands?"