I watched as Yvette whispered some things to Diego before the man went out and returned shortly after with a bartender who was holding a tray of several dozens of shot glasses. The bartender lined up ten glasses per row on the table as per the woman's instructions. Each of them was filled with Brandy. When he was done, Yvette pointed to the shot glasses and said, “How about we play a game? It's called Bomb Shots.”
My heart skipped a beat; I had never played Bomb Shots before. I had, however, seen people play this game back in Phoenix.