Bartender: Here's a SHOT of 151. Now behave yourself. That'll be eight dollars.

Gav: EIGHT...
Bartender: Don't want it? Fine.
Bartender: BAR'S CLOSED!
Gav: I'll take it.

Gav: I can't believe this place: Packed ass to gill with sweaty overbite-dancing posers and a thirty minute wait to get an eight dollar shot from the rudest bartendresses...

Gav: That cinches it. Next time I come here, I'm only tipping her a dollar per drink!!