The Badboy's Bilingual?

Honestly, I was minding my own business.
Why did this have to happen to me? No, really please explain to me!?!?...Wait, you don't know what happened...
Let me catch you up first.

So, I was on my yearly summer trip to Mexico with my family, right? Nothing out of the ordinary. It was a small town, everyone knew everyone and their mothers. That kind of town. I had taken my youngest brother, he was 4, to this bar/candy/refreshment shop that I've always gone to whenever I was bored, and my brother, Alex, had wanted juice. So I'm ordering.
"Hola Max! Como Estas?" the bartender greeted me.
"Hola George, soy bien y tu?"
"Muy bien, muy bien, gracias. Que te puedo ayudar con?" he questioned. They were always so nice here. I smiled at George.
"Mi hermano Quiere jugo, cuales tienen?"
"Todo! Tenemos; Naranja, Manzana, Pina, Coco ,y Arandano. Tambien tenemos leche de chocolate, fresa y regular," he listed off for me.
"Ale!" He was currently preoccupied with the cheap toy dispensers,
"do you want rainbow juice?" It was honestly just cranberry juice. Don't tell him that.
"Yeah!" He yelled with his eyes wide.
"George?" I called out to the bartender.
"Hola. Puedo llamarte Hermosa?"
I looked up to see who had interrupted me and that was when I finally noticed him. Damn.

I was just trying to get Alex some juice.