"Hey, let me buy you a shot. Whadda you want?"
"Ah, thanks. But, I'm good."
"Come on! Just have one shot with me." He motions for the bartender to come over to him. Then, he leans in and says, "Give this girl whatever shot she wants."
"No, really. I'm good. I really shouldn't. Thank you, though."
"Nah. Come on! What do you want? It's on me."
"Ok. Hmmm. Can I get a shot of Sauvignon Blanc? Actually, make it a triple shot. And, if you could just put it in a wineglass that'd be great."
Dudes, pressuring me to do shots is a nose crinkler. Not to get all James Van Der Beek from Varsity Blues on you, but I DON'T WANT YOUR SHOT! We're not in a hot tub in the back of a limo crusin' the Sunset Strip; We're in a mediocre bar on a Wednesday trying to get a slight buzz on.
It's well-lit in here and my friend has been complaining about her job to me for the past hour. This is not a Coyote Ugly outtake: We don't need tequila making an appearance at 7:47pm. Just be a normal dude and ask to buy me a full-sized normal drink. Is that so hard?