"Hello, looks like you're having fun, Sam,"
I looked up and saw Gerry, the bartender who just came back from wherever he was from --- I don't care --- after sipping the second shot of whiskey at the third bar I went to that night.
"Yeah, thanks to this!" I replied, waving the empty glass in front of him. "And now, please give me a shot of vodka! I mean, shots because I want you to give me two shots!" I pushed the shot glass towards him with a wide grin causing his eyes to widen.
"Wait! Sam, even if I wanted to sell all the beverages here I still don't want to harm my customers! And I think you're getting drunk!"
"Hey! What are you talking about? Whoa drunk? I'm not drunk! And it's not as if I'm going to drink all the alcohol here, so what harm are you referring to? Besides, that's the purpose of this establishment, right? To sell alcohol, beverages and make people drunk!" I couldn't help but laugh at him.
