It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Nott the Brave, a goblin rogue . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Fjord disappears upstairs to use the facilities and doesn't come back. Molly uses Purgation on Beau to slightly sober her up.
DM: He grabs the barrel from the person and fills his own last tankard, hands it off. "Let's go." Take the roll.
Player: Can I drink this with Mage Hand pouring from way up there?
DM: If you really want to, sure.
Player: I do.
DM: So you're like, "Ah!" catching it underneath. The crowds like, "Yeah!" clamoring. Go ahead and make your roll.
Player: Only 14.
DM: As it's coming down, it's splashing on your face a bit. You're trying to catch it all.
Player: I got too cocky!
DM: You manage to catch most of it and you finish it. You realize that the liquors that you've been having are not been mixing well with this particular drink. You're starting to feel-- oof. That's a victory on his end.
Player: Oh no!
DM: All you hear is this subtle (chuckling). Roll for the next one.
