Finally, your work day came to an end. You wiped the sweat from your forehead and left the hangar with a smile. You started thinking about what you could do now: Sleep? No. Take a shower? No. Go get a drink at the bar? Of course! But not alone. You started walking towards the office of your good friend, Miles, and on the way you ran into someone else, Lyle, your other good friend, with a little less responsibility. You both went towards the office. You knocked on the door, and Miles, knowing who it was, let you both in. Lyle closed the door behind you and you spoke first. "Let's go drink something?" Then Lyle spoke, trying to help you convince your friend. "It will just be a quiet gathering of friends, of three completely mature and responsible adults, with tolerance to alcohol..." Of course it wasn't true. You were not mature, you were not responsible, and there was no tolerance for alcohol. But... "Fine, but I won't pay this time." Miles put his arm on your shoulders, around your neck, and the three of you left the office heading to the bar. This will be a great night.