Follow Jenny's experience

When Jenny enters the dark Subaru Impreza, the Uber driver, a ponytailed brunette with big disc earrings, turns around and eyeballs her. "Hi there, I'm Sabrina", the young woman introduces herself. "Allow me to remember you that you are not allowed to have an open container of **** in the vehicle." She points at the sixpack of Coors Light that her new customer is carrying along. "Hi, I'm Shenny, an' my beer ish not oben yed", Jenny tries to placate the driver. "Alright then. Where are we going?" - "To a paaahdy!" the drunken blonde giggles. Sabrina grimaces disapprovingly. "Well, considering your current condition, this is probably a bad idea. Why don't you ..." She suddenly stops and blinks for a second as if someone put a grain of sand into her eyes. "I mean, why don't you share your sixpack with me? You probably need a little pregaming!" Jenny grins and hands her a can. Ripping it open, Sabrina drinks hastily and burps when it is empty. "Ah! Just what I needed! Where is that party?" Twenty minutes later, the Impreza careens into the driveway of a stately mansion that belongs to a rich entrepreneur who once did business with Jenny. After three beers, Sabrina is visibly tipsy, but still able to control herself. The same cannot be said of her passenger, who is barely able to leave the car without assistance. Stumbling over to the flight of marble steps leading up to the entrance, Jenny is eyed with suspicion by a couple of female guests enjoying a smoke at the bottom of the steps. "Excuse me, madam, but maybe you are a little too drunk to attend this function", a blonde woman in a red party dress warns her. "You could embarrass youself and the hosts." - "That's right", the other woman, a brunette in a peach colored dress, agrees. "Why don't you just get back into your car and go home to sleep it off?" - "Becaushe I wanna lil' bubbly!" Jenny hollers completely shameless. The stylish women shake their heads in unison, but then they pause and blink for a second as if someone put a grain of sand into their eyes. "Very well", the blonde now voices her consent. "Irina, please inform the household staff that we need a carton of the best french champagne." - "With great pleasure, Carol." Sabrina, who has been watching the scene with great interest, eagerly leaves her car and hurries over. "You won't be disappointed", Carol explains. "They have an excellent wine cellar here." - "Aw, who caresh?" Jenny giggles. "Any shampersh will do tonite!" - "If you think so, madam", Carol retorts sharply. "Yesh, I do!" In no time, Irina returns with the desired carton. "This ... woman Janet Jensen is already drunk again", she reports, wrinkling her nose in considerable disgust. Carol sighs. "Just awful! How rude!" Then she hands every woman a bottle of champagne, and the unlikely quartet loses no time in popping open the corks. "To your health, ladies!" Irina says with utmost sophistication. Sabrina responds the toast a little less sophisticated: "Sheers, girlsh!" Jenny, who is already having trouble standing unsupported, only slurs something unintelligible. And then all four women put the green bottles to their lips and drink like Irish railroad workers. "Phew!" Carol burps discreetly into her hand. "Did I promise you too much?" - "No, it'sh very tashdy", Sabrina confirms with a tipsy smile. Jenny doesn't answer at all, but guzzles down another mouthful. "Listen, girl", Irina advises the Uber driver. "I really think you should get her home. She will be falling down in no time." - "Guesh you're ride", Sabrina nods. "Come on, Shenny! Let'sh tage you to bed!" Reluctantly, Jenny allows herself to be loaded into the Subaru, clutching her bottle like some precious treasure. "Thangs for the bubbly! See ya, girlsh!" Sabrina hollers and places her own bottle on the center console. Honking, she starts the car and speeds off into the darkness while Carol and Irina clink their bottles and drink again. "This party is just getting started", the blonde declares snobbishly before she dissolves into a bout of laughter.