Everyone yanked a bottle of colored water. Eve inferred their class would cost a whole lot more than $350.00 if they spilled actual liquor, but couldn't help being disappointed anyway.
Visualize how fast the three-hour class would drift by if we got to drink our mistakes.
Ethan cackled.
You must be reading my mind again.
"Yeah, and I was simply thinking the same thing."
"You saw me illustrate a standard pour a moment ago," John let out.
"Now I need you all to attempt it. We'll measure later to behold how close you've come."
"This dude reminisces me of Ben Stein when he speaks," Chastity muttered to the dude beside her.
"I'm shocked she realizes who that is," Eve murmured.
"It's possibly from commercials. She's not aged enough to recall his movies and TV show."
While Sister away, Eve tilted the enormous bottle upside down, and it slid out of her grip. Crash. Glass chips and liquid smashed and landed everywhere.
