"What can I say? I'm a real gourmet of fine punch, yo." Aaaand in went one bottle. Something clear, so he could stash it in a pop bottle and act like it was water if he was busted heading into the dance with it, and something hard, because it wasn't like he could smuggle something the size of a wine bottle in. He had to make up for what he couldn't carry, after all.

"See, I bet we went and improved on the recipe already, zoto."