Miss: Better luck next time.

The girls seem willing to talk with you as they eat, though Tara keeps teasing you. Firouzeh and Luna are having taco salads. Kath is eating her way through a big wet-style chimichanga platter. Jennifer and Tara are having fish tacos, the house specialty.

You offer to buy the girls a round of drinks as consolation, and to celebrate the victory for Tara's side.

"Hell yes!" Kath says, though you catch a funny look in her eyes. "Corona."

"I'm in!" Jennifer says.

The rest of the girls go along, except Firouzeh wants a virgin margarita instead of a beer.

Mona comes out from behind the bar to serve you. She looks at you, then the girls, and back to you. "C'mon, Joe, you kidding me?" she says. "Try it again when you're legal."

Kath has a smirk on her broad face. Firouzeh is glaring at you. Jennifer is rolling her eyes. Luna looks away.

"Go buy a life!" Tara mocks.

"Damn, sorry," you say. Sucks to be under 21, as the song goes.

Time to move on. Home and bed might be a good destination.