I'll have one if no one else is having any

The other two guys get up with unintelligible grunts, gather up their coats and start to make their way to the door. Dave looks after John as he goes, but he knows better than to try and stop him. Has, a strong mind, John has.
"I'll have one, Jenny, please."
"Just you?" she asks. "Well, quiet night for my first night."
She's smiling when she says it, though, but Dave's gaze just lingers wistfully on her cleavage as she draws the beer.
"Hmmmm?" he asks.
"I said, d'you like the one on the left best or the one on the right?" she snaps, still smiling but with a bit of an edge to her voice.
Oooooops. Time for a quick recovery.
"Withholding judgment until I've seen all the evidence, Judge."
Not bad. Not brilliant, but not bad, either. At least he hadn't been psyched.
"Nice save," she says, and sets down the beer.
"Thanks," Dave replies, and takes a swig from the beer as he tries to come up with his next line.
"Sooooo... you come here often?"
Admittedly, that would have sunk him without the disarming boyish grin. Thank the Lord for the old disarming boyish grin.
Sure enough, she laughs.
"What's your name?" she asks, as she goes and closes up.
"Dave," Dave says, as he tries to keep a deadpan expression.
She closed up? Well, ya-hooty-hoo. Paydirt, or so it looks like.
"Well, Dave... Wanna welcome a new girl to town?"
She stands in the middle of the bar, arms folded under her breasts, tilting slightly backwards, ostensibly sizing him up.
"Hell, yeah," says Dave, "I know just the thing."