Guy in a Bar

"Oi! Where're you going? We're in the middle of something!"

Ignoring his friends' indignant questions, he placed his cue stick back on the rack and slunk around the table towards the bar and you.

Up close, it was worse - you were worse - and for five whole seconds, his tongue twisted into a ball for the cat to bat at before he managed to ask, "What's that you've got in there?"
Not his most original line, but the first thing he could get out before it was too late to talk and he made a fool of himself by standing there with nothing to say.

You looked at your drink and then back at him. "Tequila."

The mischievous grin was the same as if you'd just told him you weren't wearing any underwear, and he chortled.

"Straight?"

You kept your eyes on him, nodding a little and taking a slow sip without flinching. It was all he could do to keep from swaying, and he just about did when you followed up with, "Want some?"