Because due to their lovely dancing dark blueness, (ahem) I got a free drink from the barman in Mollys.
He poured my drink and I proffered the money for said beverage;
“No go on, you can have that.”
“Eh?”
“It’s fine, have it.”
But of course the nature of our drinker/bartender relationship could not let this tender and kind moment pass without the standard catty bitching.
“Well thank you. You’re an angel sometimes you know”
“Well your not getting sex”
“Don’t want it. I’ve heard about you. What would we do for the other two and a half minutes?”
Free drink and out bitching a gay bar man
YAY! I AM WIN!
