They wear gloves.
Yeb is flaunting his left hand?
It was late Sat. night, or early Sunday, and this guy sitting by himself at the bar kept ordering two shots.
He knocked one back and poured one over his hand.
This went on for far too long.
Finally the tarbender asked him, “Hey. What are you doing?”
And the Serbian terrorist replied, “I’m getting my date drunk.”
The bartender shot him and said loudly,
“This is a respectable joint and we don’t allow any preversions.”