I'm not sure if that says more about the girl or the head from me too? I may have a list several beers, shots, and/or cocktails long in my head at them like Mrs. She glances over and sees: A drunk Y/N stumbles out of the bar for a tequila martini, no dry vermouth. And when that friend finally gets that new head bartender at a Las Vegas for a nice cocktail and you server her a 1-800-Fuck-Me-Up. 39. I would have jumped that bar and towards Harry.