"As long as it has the important stuff," Tommy said. He leaned over her shoulder looking into the tiny fridge. Caviar. Pâté. Something labelled completely in French...
"Aha!" he exclaimed, reaching past Mia and triumphantly pulling out an ice tray. He was at the side of the limo in a moment, tossing ice into glasses then pouring a double shot of scotch into each before foisting them off on the other teens.