Poor guy.
"I think she's in high school. But I'm not positive." She shrugged and took a sip of her drink. She wasn't feeling anything yet. How troublesome. She had come here to drink away her sorrows and it seemed as though her alcohol metabolism had sped up even more. Shame.
"My mistake, sweetheart. I seem to have forgotten how sweet you are." She rolled her eyes and finished off her margarita. "Can I have a double shot of tequila? Straight up?" She was going to get tipsy, at the very least. If it was the last thing she did.