Cuban Consumption Crisis II

After a few days of ripping the beach and getting piss drunk around the resort, we all decided to try out one of the local clubs. There were club promotions scattered around the bars so we just chose one people at the resort claimed was alright. We handed, what appeared to be a Cuban club promoter, $20 American each and he gave us back a bracelet he claimed granted us access to unlimited alcohol. We’ll see about that you thieving swindler I remember thinking. I was sure he was readying himself for a dash down the hall after we handed him the cash. He stayed and surprisingly, the son of a bitch bastard was honest. There was alcohol to my hearts content which led me down the path of drunken stupidity and outright humiliation.