"Course! It's a party, right? You had somethin yet Petey? Dotty makes one hell of an appletini!"
He tossed back the rest of his drink, having long since lost track of which one he was on. More than four, he knew, and probably less that seven. Probably. Not that it mattered, it was a party! And besides, he nedded two or three shots just to get to sleep, so it wasn't like his body couldn't handle it.
"C'mon, let's get you somthin! A drink and a bird, s'what you need!"