Matthew was raising his hand to siganl the bartender, who was currently entertaining herself, drying a glass while she was staring at a college-aged guy with his original head and the body of a well-endowed mexican model who was finding trouble getting out of his seat due to his new center of gravity, but seemed to enjoy himself very much nonetheless.
Soon, she came over, and leaned towards him to hear him over the music, "Well? What will it be?", she asked in her usual, breathy, indifferent voice.
"I think I'll go for the Swap Scotch. If... it does what I think it does.", answered Matthew in slight embarrassment.
"You don't look stupid," she answered, "I think we both know you can guess what it's gonna do to you. But..." she stopped, and looked side to side, scanning the area around you with a slight quizzical expression, "who's your partner? You need to share this one with someone in order for this one to work, you know."
"Well, I thought you could hand me one, and another to..."