Work started out slow tonight. Several of us were hanging out at table 200 in the bar. Kevin makes a smarmy remark on how "it must be nice to sit around and do nothing". I'm sitting on the out side of booth. I swing my legs to the isle, pat my lap and say: "Come sit on momma's lap sugar and we'll talk about the first thing that pops up". Kevin said "thanks, but no. I'm safer behind the bar". Later on I had some customers that ordered Tequila Sun rise and Screw Driver. I haven't served those drinks since the 80's. I asked Kevin if the Screw Driver got any fruit with it. Kevin got this grin on his face and I could see the wheels turning. He was trying to think of something suggestive to say since I said "screw driver". I told him: "Not a Slow Screw Up the Wall, a screw driver honey" Kevin starts laughing and proceeds to tell me he wishes I was 15 years younger. Me: Awwwwww, does the big bad older lady scare you?? Kev: Um, yeah.........you do intimidate me. Me: Pffft....even if I was 15 years younger, you STILL couldn't handle it sweet heart.