Grey Goose Martini Drinker,
You accidentally spilled your drink all over yourself ironically after you declined a second. Whipping out a benjamin out of thin air and telling me I’m beautiful gets you far. You are sweet, drunk, and handsome. It makes me blush inside thinking about it, but I put on my best bartender act, my synthetic confidence set at max level. I regret having to work, and kick the universe in the shin for teleporting dozens of men such as yourself to a bar I am not drinking at.
