After 2 A.M; Ditto.
Honestly, when we were teenagers we used to keep all the dregs/leftover cans of whatever cheap beer/cider/spirits that we hadn't managed to finish on our weekend binges - because we were in school we couldn't afford to throw any alcohol away - and mix them all in a big three litre white cider bottle. The resulting liquid would always be a foul smelling, murky brown gut-rot, and we would always keep it for the next time that we couldn't get a hold of booze, usually when we couldn't convince an adult to buy for us. We called this smash-sauce the
"Muir-Meltdown", and it was pure, unfiltered poison. Rattlesnake venom could take pointers in unpalatability from Muir-Meltdown. It would get you hammered, of course, but left you a dribbling wreck of a man, unable to stand under your own power, say your own name, or even unzip your own fly.
The point here is that while I know we were joking I want to make sure yoou kids, never,
ever mix all your drinks in a big jug and think to yourself,
"that'll do", before tanning the lot. You'll just end up lying face down in a bush of nettles, slavering at the emergency services operator on the other end of the phoneline, in incredibly mumbled semi-English mind you, that your name is "Stefan Steelfine" and that some masked ruffian had pee'd your jeans and run off, and that you demanded satisfaction for this miscarriage of justice, before passing out only to be found three hours later by an OAP taking his dog out for an early morning walk.