Decline

"I'm... I'm sorry, Jessica," you say, "I forgot to tell you, I'm actually married now, so I can't really do shots with my favorite bartender anymore."

Her smile disappears and her shoulders drop, making her big tits jiggle. You give them a long stare, and she rolls her eyes.

"Men, you're all the same." she says and walks away. "But good for you. Say congratulations to the wife from me... for marrying a pussy!"

Embarrased, you decide to head over to another pub, and sit there for many hours, watching the game and drinking IPAs until you are quite drunk. You stumble home after midnight, a kebab in your hand.