What's a gay gotta do to get drinks around
here?

You could just ask, I guess. Jude?

Hey, sorry, that probably wasn't very funny.
My attempts at humor always end flat, just ask
my friends.

Right. What can I get you?

Just a beer, thanks. 

Here.

Keep the change. So, how's your night going?

Well, I'm at work, so there's that.

Right. So I guess there's no flirting behind the
bar?

You can try, but you probably just won't get
anywhere.

Straight?

I don't think they hire straight people here.
It'd completely ruin the atmosphere. 

I'll toast to that. But you don't have a drink.
Right.

Awk-ward.

Generally.

Oh, sorry. I didn't mean it like—

No, let's just start over. Hi, I'm Oliver.

Twist?

Tabb, actually. But I guess you're close 
enough.

Oliver Tabb. You know, I should've guessed
that was your name. You have the whole cute
nerd thing going on.

So you can flirt.

Selectively.

So does this mean that I get to learn your
name now?

Mm, no.

Ouch. What about your number?

Why don't you give me yours instead?

Why? So you can "lose" it and never talk
to me again.

Maybe.

Might as well try, I guess.

I guess. Goodnight and goodbye, 
Oliver.