Why him?

We spend the road singing the songs that are being played on the radio. Fifteen minutes later we arrive at an old factory, a little far from the city. We park and approach the door where we pass a little squeezed by all the people there. As soon as we enter we see the ring in the center of the factory. It smells too much of alcohol and marijuana. To the right is the bar and at the back there is a corridor where, I guess, are the dressing rooms.

-Make bets, ladies and gentlemen!- shouts a man to our left, standing on a platform where people are holding up their bills. Lilian grabs me by the arm and drags me to the bar, she orders two "Bronx" (I don't know what they look like).

-Here- she says handing me one, I take a sip noticing that it is sweet but it has vodka in it and I don't know what the sweetness is. I drink the rest in one gulp because it is very good. I order another one and the truth is that it is blue. I drink it just like the previous one.

-LADIES