Felix lifted his drink and the hammer into the air when the jovial music indicating his successful round filled the air, and wagged his rearend in victory in time to the sound of the tickets ejecting from the dispenser. He took another drink from his glass, then at seeing Lucy headed towards the bar he downed the rest, following after her. He made it a few steps before turning to point a finger at Scotty. "Don't touch my shit, yo," aiming the finger at his eye then back at Scotty again before sliding onto one of the stools.
He set his glass next to the bottle of vodka he'd left out, then directed her. "Okay, ice is under the bar, but I think we're both good. The juice is in the mini fridge, and this is the vodka I used." He reached forward and patted the bottle lovingly. "I didn't do any exact measurements, but if you liked it the way I made it for you, it's about one-fourth vodka, three fourths juice. If you want more just play around with fractions. Mine was about half and half."