Tell her she's fucking hot.

"I had to come back and see you again."

"Well, I'm glad you did!" says Megan. "What can I get you to drink?"

"Well, I'd like a coupe of beers, but first, I need to tell you something."

"What's that?"

You lean over the bar a bit to get a little closer. "You're fucking hot. I mean it, every time I'm in here, you're the hottest girl in the bar!"

Megan smiles, squaring her shoulders with confidence. "Why, thank you, kind sir!"

You smile with as much charm as you can sum up. "No, it's the truth. You've got the most perfect curves! Every guy in here wants to be with you. I certainly do!"

Her smile gets a little more strained. "Okay, that's great. I'll get you those beers now, okay?"