Alex had huge appreciation for someone with good taste in shots, so when she plunked herself down at the bar after her shift at the shop, she grins approvingly at the woman beside her, giving her a confident nod for the shot she just took. "Shots!" she says excitedly. "I love it," she says. "Is there a special on tonight? Ooh, Blowjobs? Dirty Rim Salters? Ice Road Truckers?" Wait. That last one is a reality show. Right?

She seriously needs to get caught up with all the changes in the shot-name world. It's a sham and a disaster that she doesn't know what grenadine and vodka is called, mixed together. She's a disappointment to her college self.