Have a drink instead

You move to the bar, and spend several minutes trying to attract the bartender's attention.

Eventually she looks your way, with a cool, appraising glance that immediately spoils your vision of yourself acting cool and debonaire as you order.

Unexpectedly, she smiles warmly.

"What will it be, dearie?"

Her accent is unplaceably foreign and surprisingly deep.

You blush. "Gin..gin and tonic, pretty please," you squeak.

"Damm--why can't I talk to people like a normal guy?"

"Are you sure you're up for that? Can't have you stumbling all over the dance floor." Her laugh is silvery and cuts right through you.

You try to regain your composure by watching the dancers as you wait for your drink. They are a curiously mixed group--some dressed in the height of designer fashion, some in more revealing costumes. You watch a beautiful woman spin round her partner despite her thigh-high leather boots. She seems to be wearing a sort of bodysuit with a fishnet catsuit underneath.

Your reverie is interrupted by the arrival of your drink, accompanied by a broad wink from the bartender.

"Shouldn't your change before you drink that? Red is a nice color on you?"

How could she know? What should you do?