Don’t worry about common decency Neon, I’ll give it a wide berth by using the tried and trusted tactics of staggering drunkenly over in an impressive way and striking up a conversation. Then I’ll stop half way through and weave unsteadily to the correct bunch of tarty bits and hit them with the old “Do you want to see and elephant then luv?†routine. Slurred just enough to get them oiled up in anticipation and preparing them for later by smoothly splashing a bit of Old Peculiar over their jugs at the same time.
It’s an absolute banker.*
*Unless they’re lesbians of course, and believe you me, having tried this a few times you’d be actually amazed at just how many clam jousters there are around these days.