“Wow you guys are such pussies.  Y’all are bigger girls than I am with your girly beer,” proclaims Summer to the group of guys who are escorting her on her first night out in Boston.  Summer’s older sister, who had also gone to Georgia Tech and then up north for Grad school, had warned her about northern guys and the best way to put them in their place from the start.  So Summer silently chuckles to herself as she looks around the bar as the only fit blonde and how her showboating competitive escorts are now vehemently lining up shots of whiskey after she insulted their light beers.  As she takes another big gulp from her red bottle, she thinks to herself how easy it will be to get what she wants from these stupid guys, who now in a desperate effort to save their masculinity are aggressively ragging her for not wanting to take the whisky shot.