Hooked On A Certain Brew

(I go over to the apartment of the guy I’m seeing, bringing along a particular bottle of craft beer that he mentioned wanting to try. He puts it in the fridge, and we have sexy-time. Later on, we open the beer and share it.)

Me: “So, what do I get for bringing this over?”

Him: “You already got it.”

Me: “Are you saying you’re a hooker?”

Him: “Well, I’m not saying I’m not a hooker.”

Me: “In that case, we better go again. That was not worth 20 dollars.”