Eager to oblige the sultry Redhead, Pedro shouted to the bartender, “Hey Señor, one for the Lady, pronto amigo!” He reached into his pocket, making sure to jangle the coins loudly, announcing to everyone within earshot (but mostly for the Redhead) he had money to burn. Without looking to see what coins he had grabbed, Pedro tossed a few coins on the bar trying to be as smooth as possible. The coins scattered across the bar, one rolling all the way down to the opposite end before finding a resting place.
Pedro turned his bottle of whiskey up once more and took a big swig of the rot-gut. As he parted the bottle from his mouth, a preacher man pulled up to the bar next to him and ordered a bottle of whiskey.
"You, my foreign friend, could use a bath." The Preacher man said to him.
“Well, Hellooo-ooo to you too, Padre” Pedro shot back sarcastically.
When the barkeep arrived with the Lady’s drink and the Padre’s bottle, Pedro noticed the Padre didn’t get the rot-gut. However, the swill that the barkeep passed as whiskey was starting to do its job. Pedro could feel the liquid courage beginning to make his fingers and toes tingle a bit. With his new-found confidence, Pedro took the Lady’s drink, bowed to the Padre, “Ex-yooose me Padre” he said with a slight wobble as he bowed and made his way to the Lady’s table.
“Hola, encantadora Señorita, I am Pedro!” he proclaimed to the Lady as he took the chair next to hers and scooted a little closer.