Imagine this: you’re at a party, just another typical-Friday-night-my-club-is-throwing-a-“social”-in-a-dorm type party. The host tells you, drinks this way. You arrive at the “drinks” and you see a handle of Smirnoff, a bottle of cranberry juice, and other sorry excuses for drinks and mixers. What do you do?
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