*Walks in*
What the...
*shoots pistol in the air*
Alright, Alright. Settle down... Now I'm giving y'all three seconds until yeh be drinking an' actin' all civil-like. Now...
*grabs fire extinguisher and puts out ever-growing flame from cocktail*
*grabs other cocktails and throws them on Soly's cookies, burning them to ashes*
Now if y'all'll kindly place your weapons in these here lockers I made for each'a ya, we'll get down to some real business. Like... a free round of whiskey, on me! And by on me, I mean on the delegate's tab.
*looks around warily for anybody stupid enough to take that too seriously*