Knowing these lot it worked like that. Berta was feeling the burn in her belly of the alcohol spreading through her system, tingling with the effects. Jumping a little she grinned at the girl Beth had picked out. "You go deep, my friend. But I respect your decision, because she looks like a hooker for sure. As for me, I see..." Berta took her time, sipping at the drink.
"That guy. Only reason I know it's a guy is cause of his stubble. Oh or that girl over there... with the hippie kinda stuff. Though she might be too high maintenance, you know, tree hugging and not into gaming..."