"You are sitting here, alone, watching some bullshit sitcom and you think your inner hooligan is awake. Fuck that," he arched an eyebrow as he opened the box for the roulette wheel and started setting up the glasses in it. He'd used it before so the shot glasses (which were somewhat larger than regular ones) were clean.
"Oh, you have no fucking clue what you're in for. I am going to fuck your shit up." Some of the bottles would likely be familiar like the green squared glass of a Jager bottle. But then there was the glass skull and a large black bottle that looked like it should say poison on it. He kept the labels turned away. "You might start a fight with your shadow when I'm done with you."