Follow Beryl's experience

As it turns out, Jack has no need to be worried about anything, because a completely drunk Beryl Wilson is lying on the floor behind the counter with dishevelled clothes and liquor dripping from her chin. She seems to have had sex just some minutes ago. What an ironic coincidence! "Heey, Shack!" the wasted brunette giggles without any false shame. "Do ya wanna fugg me, too?" Jack needs a double take before he can believe what he is seeing. "Uhm, maybe another time, boss", he says regretfully. "I have to go now. But let me lock the front door first, it looks as if someone has already relieved you of some cash." - "Wadda piddy!" Beryl laments drunkenly, referring to the missed orgasm rather than the stolen money. Jack locks the door, puts the "closed" sign into the window and waves his boss a quick goodbye. "Ya fuggin pardy boober", Beryl slurs grumpily when he is gone. "But I'm shdill shelebrading!" Over the next hour, the totally wasted woman inadvertently vandalizes her own shop by maniacally dancing around, stumbling from one shelf to another, throwing bottles and boxes onto the floor and flooding the room with a real sea of spilled wine, beer and liquor. Her pink shirt is stained with liquor, vomit and cum. But finally, in one clearer moment, a new thought materializes in her seriously befuddled brain: she has to go home and feed her cats. Staggering, stumbling and tripping over, Beryl manages to reach the back door and steps outside, knocking over a tower of liquor cartons and creating another giant puddle in the alley behind the store. Clicking her car open with the remote, she tries to walk over to the dark red PT Cruiser, but she falls to the ground and has to crawl the last few yards on her hands and knees. "Fugg!" she curses when she pulls herself inside. Fighting to stay upright in her seat, Beryl's hand with the polished fingernails fumbles through her purse for a cigarette. Lighting it and inhaling greedily, she presses the start button and rams her car right into the wall in front of her. Before she is able to put the car into reverse, someone tears open the driver's door and pulls her outside. "What are you doing there, lady?" a man in a dirty overall shouts. "Are you drunk?" He and another guy, apparently his coworker, try to restrain the wasted woman, but Beryl kicks and flails around wildly and finally manages to break free. When she stumbles back towards her shop, she falls down again and drops her burning cigarette into the booze puddle. In no time, the whole liquor store is a blazing inferno. Fortunately, the construction workers manage to pull Beryl from the fire and extinguish the flames on her ****-soaked clothing so that she escapes with some minor burns. At midnight, she is sleeping silently in a hospital bed where she is kept for observation, but her business, her car and her reputation lie in ruins.

REPORT #8644A: ONE INFECTED PERSON SELF-DECONTAMINATED