Shots

Daniel walked into the pub.
"Vodka," he said and slapped a five pound note on to the bar.
The barman poured the drink, took the money and gave Daniel his change.
He downed it.
"Vodka," he said again and placed another five pound note on the bar.
The ritual was repeated 20 more times and then Daniel left the pub. He walked in a straight line and the barman was quite impressed. So much vodka in half an hour would knock most people out.
Daniel awoke the following morning on his couch. His head pounded and he'd been sick on himself and the carpet.
There was an absolute mountain of assorted coins on the coffee table.