Follow Beryl's experience

After Betty has left, Beryl continues her little wine tasting. In fact, she doesn't care at all how the stuff tastes. Any **** will do today! After a few minutes, she decides to open a bottle of vodka. This will get her more drunk even quicker. Although her vision is getting blurry, Beryl anxiously tries to count the bottles in front of her. Getting down from her bar stool is becoming more dangerous with every minute and every additional sip. But she is confident that the bottles arrayed on the counter will be sufficient to let her black out. Suddenly, the door flies open once more, and another customer enters the shop. "He ... *hic* ... hello, pal!" Beryl slurs with a drunken smile. "I'm Bell Wisson, an' who are you?" - "Hi! I'm Kadie Mallory!" the dark-haired newcomer blabbers with an identical grin. "I needa dring. Shus gimme some wine!" Beryl slams back another vodka and makes an inviting gesture to the shelves. "Help yashelf", she mumbles indifferently. "It'sh free for you, pal." - "Oh, really?" Katie beams. "Tha'sh gread, Belle." - "My namesh Belle!" the drunken shop owner tries to correct her, but Katie isn't longer listening. She is busy shoving half a dozen wine and liquor bottles into her shopping bag. "Loog, I'm doin a lil' wine tashding", Beryl explains. "Shoin me for a few shambles." - "Of caush!" Katie slurs and sways over to the counter. "Here, have a shib of thish one." Beryl drinks and hands her a bottle of red wine, pushing a vodka bottle from the counter in the process. The bottle is smashed into thousand pieces, and liquor spills all over the floor, but the drunken women don't care. After some more "samples", they burp and gasp with reddened faces. "Shus ... *hic* ... shus fine", Katie declares and holds onto the counter for support. "You're really a friend. Bud I haff to leaf now, hunny." Kissing Beryl on the cheek, Katie grabs one of the open wine bottles and staggers back onto the street while the shop owner reaches for the corkscrew.