"Okay, okay. Let's start over." Ferdinand is persistent, leaning in uncomfortably close to Mary. "My name is Ferdinand, and yours is...?"
"Not interested." Mary responds, taking her drink and tossing the whole thing into her mouth in one swig.
"Are you TRYING to piss me off or something? 'Cause you're doing a good job of it..." To punctuate his frustration, he slams his fist onto the bar, cracking it.
"Hey!" The centipede bartender shouts. "The lady said 'no'. Now get the fuck outta my bar."
"What are you gonna do about it, bug-boy?"
"I'll bite you. And then we'll see how well you manage centipede poison coursing through your system. Capice?"
"Yeah, I get ya..." Ferdinand snorts sharply, and then stands up, stomping his way out of the bar.
"Thanks for the save, pal. Another round of whatever you just gave me, please." Mary smiles lazily, and slumps her head on the bar. Life as a cow-woman is tougher than she ever would have imagined, and this little encounter proved it.