Re-fuel ->

He was badly drunk. His two-wheeler seemed to be bit slow for him, no matter how hard he twisted the accelerator. On the signal, he started spilling abuses on his vehicle in colloquial Odia, much to the fascination of the traffic around who tried hard to ignore him. Of course they coudn't.

Two hours ago, he, had puked three times.

When a cop at the signal approached him,he said, 'Good morning Uncle!', It was 8pm though. 'Today is my birthday, Isiliye thoda sa maar diya and got carried away. But you carry on sir, Nothing serious.' He handed him a neatly and symmetrically folded Rs.50 bill. The cop gave him a cursory glance and went away. He grinned.

Maybe i need to re-fuel up first, he thought. A kilo metre from the signal, His wet and Vodka laced watery eyes fell on a sign which read Indian Oil.  He drove in the pump, cut through the crowd which much to his amazement gave him way and right in front of a filling machine.
'Dui Liter bhaina. Plain...( Tank up to two liters mate..)'

The petrol bunk attendant, he was a young guy, probably around 13-14 years of age. He derived a expression on his face which was a potpourri of surprise,Amazement and Laughter.

Why wouldn't he be? after all, a very few people on a Yo-Bike come here, and it was this drunk guy today... :P