Nachos and a beer. I'm pretty sure that I'm the envy of every guy in this bar with a girl this hot looking this classy ordering nachos and beer. And I'm not even looking for anything like this. Not that I know what "this" is exactly. Fuck I'm really over thinking this.

"Some wings?" I say to the waitress. "Spicy, if you've got it. If not, just... lots of barbecue sauce."