Pat G.: "I can't drink tequela. Give me some."
Sol: "Here, have mine, I'll go mix a new one."

Twenty-five minutes later.
Pat G.: "Make me another drink!"
Sol: "Okay."

A half-hour later.
Pat G.: "Make me another drink!"
Sol: "Dude, I'm out of mixer. You're welcome to straight tequela on ice if you like. Booze is in the tool box in my truck."

I follow him over.
Pat G.: "You're not out of mixer, you lieing jackass!"
Sol: "There's barely enough for my last drink."
Pat G.: "GIVE IT TO ME."
Sol: "I'll split it with you, fuc%er."

Sol mixes two 16-ounce drinks full to the top with tequela and a "splash" of mixer. You had to be there to appreciate the following 2 or 3 hours.