"I'll tell her she has a personal invitation now, and she'd best get on the ball. Certainly I'll see to introducing you...although that's her telephone number on the back of my card as well." He flashed a grin. Claudia was going to either thank him or want to smack him--possibly both.
"No, that's fine, and this stuff has a great sharp smell to it. I tend to haunt brewpubs myself--tasty, tasty, and it's actually rather hard to get blasted because they usually have great food too.
"Now this one time, I went to a local pub with a Scotch menu. They had to drag me out the door and pour me into a cab. I was singing. In Gaelic. I don't know Gaelic."