I take a small sip of the wine.
"Wow, this is as good as you said."
I keep sipping at the alcohol.
"Also do you guys have chicken tenders?"
"Wings and tenders. BBQ as well. Please tell me you have some."
Tippy tastes the wine through the straw
"It's good...thank you...whats the strongest liquor you have."
Almost everybody on the roof-top expresses discomfort or disgust at this series of events. Evidently all of the hardcore drinkers and winers congregate on the roof to drown their sorrows in good spirits and alcohol- and seeing this motley crew of miscreants waste good wine and food like that brings a few to the verge of tears. The bartender attempts to remain stoic in the face of such rudeness, but morsels of discontentment and at times anger occasionally surface in her otherwise hardened demeanor.
: Uh... Yes, ma'am. Right away.
She rushes down stairs, and after 15 seconds, runs back up the stairs with a bottle of Porlaq gin. She places the bottle at your desk without a word before leaving, presumably to hang herself with her own intestines.
On closer inspection, the Porlaq gin has several warning labels on it recommending that you only take a dram of this liquor once per day for your health.
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