While looking at the drink Blanka is giving to him, his words come in Kevin's mind:

[i]it is our duty as vactioneers to Partake ridiculous sums of both alcohol and relaxation[/i]

He takes the drink and says:

-T-thanks...

C'mon, one drink can't ruin my life. And Blanka is being so nice to me, he could help me out If something happens, Kevin thinks.
He then takes his phone and hands it to Blanka. He has absolutely no idea what he has in mind, but he likes surprises.
-What are you going to do with my phone? He asks with a rather worried voice.