My partner and I just had lunch at a local place. The waiter, who has a fabulous mince, addressed us as "chicos" when we asked for the bill.
For those not familiar with Spanish, that indicates that at least one member of the group is male.

By the time he'd returned with the bill, I'd refreshed my lipstick and put on a hat that would look right on Servalan.
Suddenly it was "chicas," and I like a boy who can pick up on a hint.

Also: now that I've basically stopped drinking, a single tinto de verano is enough to make me tipsy.