"Well, I'm gonna need a higher score," Clint reasoned after a moment: "I really want to win that new car." Sometimes you just had to make the stakes up on your own, right?
"Okay, no. When you turn 21 you start drinking classier because you don't have to be a little scavenger, you get to buy it for real. I mean, sure, money, but that's not the point. Anyway," he went on, grabbing needed supplies. "This is for the night owl drinkers, right? You drop a shot of jaegermeister into a low ball of red bull and then --y'know. Slam it."