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Got a few of these but I'll share the one I thought was right as I read the title. Not sure it really fits, but it's a fun story:
Was in Lanzarote with my grandma, mom, and her then fiancé about 15 years ago, when I was around 20 years old. My grandma is pretty fun and likes to have a drink so we kept sneaking away to the closest bar to wherever we were.
One day we find this tiny bar with no other people and go in, sit down and each order a Margarita. After a few minutes we hear whispering and snickering from the bar and see that the two female bartenders are looking at us and sneakily gesturing towards us as they are whispering. They take a really long time to get the drinks made, to the point where we almost got up to ask about it but we're Swedish so it'll take a lot to make us actually do that.
When we finally got the drinks the girl that brought them winked at me and I had no idea how to interpret that at first. Then my grandma mentions how strong the drink is after a few small sips, I reply by saying that mine is basically virgin (without alcohol) and that's when we realize what's happening; The bartenders thought my grandma had found some "fresh meat" and was trying to get me drunk enough to have her way with me. I was visibly nerdy and inexperienced with alcohol back then so they tried to save me from the jaws of a Cougar.
We immediately came up with the plan to visibly switch drinks and for me to chug mine and then overplay how drunk I became. It worked better than we had hoped, the girl's eyes widened and their jaws dropped as I chugged and they kept looking over with wide eyes and their hand covering their mouths as I played more and more drunk and flirty.
After a while we couldn't stop our laughter anymore so we let it out and told the girls that she's my grandma. They made sighs of relief and started laughing too. When we ordered more drinks they told us they'd make them extra strong as an apology and for a well-executed show. I didn't have to play drunk after that, had my first really bad tequila hangover the day after.