Follow Mary's experience

Returning to her cozy sofa, Mary uncorks the other wine bottle and swallows a healthy amount of the liquid. When the door bell rings again twenty minutes later, she is already so tipsy that she needs to concentrate really hard in order to keep herself from tripping. Greeting her with a rowdy holler, the notorious party chick Alyssa Beckham and three other girls unknown to Mary enter the apartment, carelessly wielding several vodka bottles. "Hi there, gal", Alyssa shouts with a violent backslapping. "Didn't know that you're one of the party bunch now, but I'll be damned if I skip the opportunity to find it out, am I right?" Her friends only chuckle and yell like a horde of fiends. "Take this!" Alyssa commands loudly, handing Mary of bottle of Skyy vodka. "Wine is something for preschoolers!" Laughing good-naturedy, Mary sinks back onto the couch and opens the bottle. After drinking some sips, she coughs and pouts. "Whoah! That's a strong stuff - but I like it!" - "That's just what I always say!" Alyssa grins and drinks greedily from her bottle of Stolichnaya. "And now let's get the party started! We need music!" Very soon, the stereo system is loudly booming through the house, while the girls dance around wildly, singing, hollering and drinking vodka. Mary is a moderate drinker, and although she has been drunk more then once, she is not accustomed to the drinking bouts after Alyssa's fancy. After a while, the room begins to rotate around her flushed face, and her tongue is having trouble pronouncing even easy words. "I shus rised ... I realished ... that I wash parding ... pardying waaay to rally", she slurs between two sips of liquor. "Then lesh mage ub for the losht dime!" Alyssa burps, anything but sober herself by now. "Sheers, pal!" Clinking bottles, they drink again and join each other in a drunken embrace. "Oooh! We've the shame baby-blue nail polish!" the brunette party queen discovers with a silly giggle. "Tha'sh cude! I'll dring to you, honey." - "He-hey!" protests one of the other girls, even drunker than Alyssa. "Tha Shmirnoff boll wash mine, ya bidch!" - "Fugg ya", her friend squeals totally unmoved. "My own boll ish emdy! Yo should've drung fasder!" - "Lo-looksh ... *hic* ... looksh asif we'running ouda boose!" Mary laments drunkenly. Together, the five girls managed to empty three bottles of vodka in under two hours. Even considering the fact that they spilled some of the liquor during their maniacal dance, their intoxication can be imagined. In fact, Mary is feeling very dizzy by now. Stumbling over to the couch, she drops into the cushions and gives a loud groan. "I'm nod feelin sho well ..." she mumbles quietly. "You fuggin lidewide!" Alyssa jeers. "Waide minit, we'll be bag wiff new boose in a segond! Ya comin, galsh?" - "Yeah!" the other three holler in unison. "See ya, Mary!" Alyssa waves as the drunken teenagers stagger to the front door. But Mary has already dozed off.