Buying girls drinks

"Well, on a lot of Ladies Nights, things would get pretty loose with buying drinks for the pretty girls that came in."

"You mean guys buying girls drinks? That's kind of ... well, not to be too cliché or sexist, but kind of normal, isn't it?"

"Sometimes. But this was the bar staff buying drinks for the pretty girls. It was a fun way to sort of power play the crowd. If we took care of your drinks -- you'd be one of the pretty girls, of course -- then you'd all kind of be into us instead of into the randos who come in here."

"Ooh, that sounds smart. Good thinking, Nate!"

"So hey, Abbie -- it's Ladies Night. Can I buy you a drink?"

"Absolutely! I'll take another margarita."

Nate smiled, and fixed up two more margaritas. He brought them over to Abbie. "Cheers, my new friend." He picked up one, she picked up the other, and they clinked.

"Thanks!"

They made some small talk for a bit, long enough for Nate to offer (and then make, and then serve) two more margaritas. Abbie was feeling pretty tipsy at this point.

"So Nate. Go on, ask me a question."

"What kind of question?" he said.

"That's a terrible one. Ask me another."

He laughed. She then realized what happened, and laughed too. "Okay," he said. "If I was just a patron at this bar and I tried to pick you up or ask you out, what would you say?"

"I would say 'yes.'" Abbie spoke firmly, though a little of her drunkenness was coming through.

"Really?"

"Really."

"And what if I bought you a couple drinks, and then I leaned in to kiss you, what would you do?"

"I would kiss you back. Hundred and eleven percent." She smiled at him.

"Getting better and better. Okay, what if I bought you drinks, I ventured to kiss you, and then I asked if you wanted to, you know, come back to my place?"

"I would look you straight in the eye, and I would say 'Nate, I would be happy to. That sounds fun.'"

"Really? Wow, it's my lucky night."

"Well, not yet. You haven't actually done any of these things."

"I bought you drinks."

She thought for a second. "True."

"I tried to kiss you."

"You did not!"

At just that moment, Nate leaned over the bar and planted his lips on Abbie's. They held there for a moment, briefly pressing their tongues together. Nate pulled back.

"Sorry, my mistake. You did try to kiss me," Abbie laughed.

"Try? Succeed."

Abbie laughed again. "And the third question?"

"What, if I asked you to come back to my place?"

"Right, that one." She gazed at him.

"Well, I still have to work for a while yet, so --"

"Come up with an alternative."