"Guys! We're a billion dollar rich baby!" Vanessa screams at the top of her lungs. The whole gang rallies after her in response. I have to shut my ears with my hands to stifle some of the noise.
"Do you have some drinks over here?" one of the gang guys asks me.
"Excuse me?" I ask as a reply.
Either he is oblivious to my sarcasm or he just doesn't care, his next reply is "Like drinks… Some alcohol. Maybe a whiskey for some shots. And cups too."
Before I can think of another sarcastic to reply, I hear a scream from my kitchen, "This place is packed with drinks baby! Whhooopp!!!"
There is another round of cheers. They start pouring each other drinks from my bottles of whiskey. Since I don't have plastic cups, they had to use my glass cups as an improv.
