INT. PUB. A CROWD OF RAUCOUS LADS BURST INTO THE BAR IN JOVIAL MOOD.
BARTENDER: I'll have my work cut out with you lot. What's it to be gents?
MAN 1: I'll have a coke please, I'm driving.
MAN 2: Could I have a coke please since I'm driving.
MAN 3: Hmmm, I'll try a coke please as I've got the wheels with me.
MAN 4: Yeah, coke sounds good, that'll keep me under the limit.
MAN 5: I'll go for a coke too.
BARTENDER: Are you driving as well?
MAN 5: No... I don't drink.
Cracking Mr Kelly.