Happy Free Liquor is hardly free at all Day!

You and your buddies are all fired up for another crazy night in the East Coast's version of Sin City. You've got your cheap bottles of vodka all tucked away in your Jansport backpack because even though they give you free drinks everywhere you go in this city, you still feel the need to pre-party in your hotel room.
You left a few extra dollars on the table last night, with the hopes that your maid, Lupé, would leave some extra glasses around for you, so that you can have a place to mix your cocktail. Just as you are about to walk down the hall to the vending machine for a mixer, it hits you like a ton of bricks. You still have that warm can of caffeine free diet sprite that you stole from your neighbors' back porch in the wee hours of the morning before you went on that training session for your job. You never drank it on the trip because "ewww, who puts that into their system," I think were the exact words from the girl you've had a crush on for 3 years, but have only had the nerve to tell your little sister about. But enough about little sisters, there's free booze to be had. You go down to the blackjack table and slap your fresh hundred on the table. As you play, the cocktail waitress brings you the tiniest cup of beer you've ever seen. You used a bigger cup to rinse your mouth out during your last dental cleaning. After 5 minutes and 1 thymbol of beer, you've lost your entire hundred as well as your sense of self worth.
Happy Free Liquor is hardly free at all Day!