The guy who buys you a drink.

Lou had a comb-over and leather pants. He had been eyeing me at the bar since I walked in. I wanted to fuck him just to say I had, but I didn’t have to—he bought me a drink, anyway. We talked, he rubbed my arm, and he left. The drink was a Gin and Tonic—my signature. All I did to get the drink was play it coy.