We Can't Drive 55

Abe was drinking vodka laced strawberry milk. For Benny it was lukewarm tap water. Jill was swigging acai berry juice. The waning moon was a hunk of angel food cake in the sky. Ants and beetles were crawling around their vast world.
 “We should figure things out,” Jill said.

Abe burped.
”You’re ambitious,” Benny muttered.