Flirting Gone Wrong

Last Sunday afternoon, Tim and I were hanging out at a local watering hole, Big Chicks. Just as Tim stepped away to chat with someone, a guy nearby took that as a cue to approach me. I noticed he had the look of someone on a mission to find a "date" for the evening.

I turned off the landing lights and radiod the tower, announcing it was too dangerous to land. Okay, so I just turned to observe another section of the bar, hopping the encounter could be avoided. My shutle hint went unnoticed and he landed right next to me.

"Hey", he blurts.
"Howdy", I mutter, as I realize he was barely able to stand upright causing the Over Served, Under Supervised warning signal to start flashing in my head.
Partially slured, he smiles and says, "You have lovely beady eyes."
"What?"
He slurs again, "You have such lovely beady eyes."
"Beady, hungh, usually, I get something like 'You've got lovely brown eyes'".
He chews on what I just said and then says, "Oh yeah, that's what I meant, brown"
"Thanks", I say as I get up to find Tim, "have a lonely night".