Ask for a whiskey

You ask for a Jameson dry.

"No ice?" she asks as she eyes you carefully.

You hate your whiskey water down, and ice slowly dilutes the drink you paid good money for.

She reaches to a high shelf, barely managing to grasp the rarely used bottle. To your delight she pours about two measures worth straight form the bottle and places the glass in front of you.

"That's four pound 15 pence please"

You hand her a tenner and 15 pence. As she walks to the cash register you stare at her thin waist, wide hips and tight bum.

She returns handing you two £2 coins, a £1 and a 5p coin. "Sorry, we have no fivers left"

You smile and thank her regardless of the fact you have more loose change than you started with.

You glance around the room, the goth girl appears to suffering quite the loss to the blonde, the barmaid, is on her toes placing the bottle back on its shelve, the jukebox is free to play any song of your choice and a number of tables are free around the room.