Closing the distance to the exotic beauty Chambitas begins with concern lightly etched on his face, "Hola. My name is Roman. I saw your limp. Are you injured, senora?"

Just in time to make things awkward the bartender brings the three shots of tequila which Chambitas pays with the same $50 bill from his hand.

Now how the heck do I explain this? Share one? If two does it look like I'm trying to get her drunk? If I don't share the second does it look like I'm trying to get myself drunk? I am, but that's not the point. This is not my night.

"Something for the pain?" Chambitas asked, an eyebrow peaked.
I LOL'ed Nice predicament