Another burst of loud laughter exploded beneath bar's walls. The laughter was coming from a young girl who would be never expected to have such voice. Effectively encouraged by some range of 'dragons water', she would actually laugh at everything. It lasted for at least one hour and the customers, who were also enjoying themselves at the bar, had been got used to it and occasionally could laugh along with the 'depraved' youngster.
Molly, all red and happy, turned to the crowd at the bar. She rose her hand with a glass, and squeaked:
- Hey, evryoan! I say O and you - Ban!
Crowd cheered.
- O! - she first with her glass above - Ban! - the answer go.
- O! - she started again rising her hand. Little of green-blueish liquid spilled on her hand. - Ban!
- I can't hear youuuu! One moar O! - BAN!
Great cries of winne of boozy minds filled the bar. Someone started to sing something, another alien argued with another, somewhere in the corner was audible rythmic clap.
Two-tone haired boy sitting next to the loudest 'Little One' was supping slowly his drink. Not that he wasn't enjoying the party - he shouted with the crowd along, but maybe not with the eagerness that shared his companions. After two lighter small containers filled with weird juice and three same drinks as Molly he started to fall in his mind, feel little dizzy, queasy.
- Heeey, another one Old Man, pleaaaase! - the girl next to him shouted cheerfully, energetically waving her hand.
How could she stand that pressure of boozy drinks? And, what's more, ALIEN drinks.
Jordan stared at her when she closed her lips at the bottleneck and gulped a few times with a veteran's precise. A girl her age... He probably wouldn't want to know how her life back on Earth looked like...
- Molly - he started with a little squawking voice. He immediately cleared his throat and began again - Molly, I REALLY think you should stop by now. - She looked at him as if he was sick. Or maybe she was feeling that way. - You don't even know what exactly you are drinking. It's for your own good, seriously.
She blinked a few times, and with another blink a sweet, wide smile appeared on her face.
- Ya kidding, gunner-sweet-boy? - she asked, joyfully waving a bottle in her hand towards him. - I'm having super-diper-great time here!
- Yeah, but - he was stopped by her finger which suddenly had been put on his lips. Astounded, he moved backwards a little. Her face was still covered by sly smile.
- No buts here! - she laughed, again tilting the bottle towards her mouth. Before she started to drink, she added: - It's our victory, we should celeb, right?
All Jordan could do was to sigh and finish his drink. After swallowing the last gulp he let go a single quiet burp. Molly was now busy actively talking to some weird, furry creatures, who actually looked like bonobo fixed with a bear. He giggled suddenly, like a mad school-girl at the picture he imagined in his mind, but quickly managed to get rid of that. Geez, alcohol could be really problematic...
(A/N): If there are very bad, visible errors, please depict them for me.