No good story began with a salad, right? At least they weren't at shots, but that could very quickly change if he was feeling stupid enough. Let him finish the whiskey first and go from there.

Nash resumed his original position, chest facing her and body leaned on the bartop by propped up an elbow. His fingers curled around the side of his face and he shamelessly watched her cheeks flair up with that contagious smile. He did, when he was in the mood, know how to charm his way around the block a bit but he was more attracted to a lady that pushed back some.

"Pretty sure that just makes you human, donnit?" He leaned in again, just a little. "Go on, impress me with your worst."