“Hey guys, what do you all want to drink, I’m going to go up to the bar. I’m having a Manhattan.” you say as you stand, casually pointing back over your shoulder towards the bar with your thumb.
“Great, I’ll take a double of Four Roses Single Barrel,” Marshall immediately requests.
“Is that seriously how you ask someone for a drink? Way to go, douche,” Viola says, with obvious disdain in her expression and tone. You immediately recalibrate your assumption about their relationship.
“It’s really fine Viola, we’re all friends here. What can I get for ya?”
“Well, thank you very much, I would love a mojito with spiced rum, and If you can ask for it extra strong and extra minty, I would surely appreciate it.
You catch Kate and Meryl’s order, and then turned to Julie for hers.
“I uhh… well, I don’t really know, I’m not used to ordering drinks in bars… I… guess…” Julie was stammering uncomfortably. Obviously, however she’d managed to get in to the bar, she wasn’t 21, and was nervous about drinking in public. “I guess I’ll just have a Jack and Coke…?”
“I’ll tell you what, we’re going to get you started with something similar, but that I think you might enjoy even a little more than a Jack and Coke. How does a Jack, ginger ale, and bitters sound?”
“Oh, I like ginger ale! Ok, that sounds good. Thanks!”
You smile and turn towards the bar, noting the expressions of approval from the women at the table for your deftly guiding Julie to a less ridiculous drink choice without being condescending. Points scored.
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