"Oh shit, yeah, I wanted to play some more," Scotty said lazily as Felix hopped off his barstool. He puffed up his cheeks as he considered his options, then forced the air out through his pressed lips, making a fart noise. "Okay. Yeah. I want another go at Whack-a-mole. Dibs after you," he announced, then looked back to Lucy, raising an empty shot glass in thanks and then reaching for the vodka. "Have you really never heard of a Long Island iced tea before?" he wondered, smirking. "Shit, you really are new to this. Don't nerds drink?"
He gulped down the shot of vodka, jerking his head back and forth as the burn went down his throat. "Whoo!" He poured himself another, but left it there. "He's right, yo. You should drink water too." Then, "Yo, Felix, you want shots of vodka or something else?"