Some self depricating humor.

"With enough hard stuff in a day, the milk all comes out alcoholic," I say.

He's thrown off balance a little and looks at me with his head slightly sideways and his eyes squinted a little shut; halfway between wanting to believe me and not wanting to look like a fool. "That so?"

"Maybe you should see about finding out." I squeeze my arms together on the sides of my ample, soft breasts, and they bulge forwards, straining and pushing on the front of my dress so that I worry for the straps.

"Allright cow, I'll jump," he says. He signals to the bartender, "A double tequila, whatever's cheapest, for the lady."

He smiles back down as me, and I'm underwhelmed by his generoscity.