Fossten: You’re going to like the Strawberry Sunrise. It’s frickin’ amazing.
Fossten: Yeah you know, like laser beams on sharks’ heads.[Ten minutes later]
NWC: The alcohol just hit me. Ooooh man I don’t feel so good. [wobbles in his chair] [Fossten glances quickly at NWC’s cup, mentally calculates that about an inch of the drink is gone]
Fossten: You’ve had like three sips.
NWC: I told you I was a lightweight. Ooooh man, the room is spinning.
Fossten: Really? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha… [Nurses the same drink, feels nothing] [Fifteen minutes later]
Fossten: You realize I’m drinking the same thing as you, and I’m driving all the way back to Summerville.
NWC: Yeah, so?
Fossten: Maybe all the alcohol was at the bottom of the cup.
NWC: I don’t know, but man it hit me hard. The room is still spinning.
Fossten: Well, do you need to hold my arm as we go back to the car?
NWC: !$%%*@$&*@% YOU, also No I’m fine thanks.
Fossten: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…