A strange bottle

-Damn, Deborah, you never told us your grandma had such a fancy wine cellar.

Laura had just joined the rest of the group after having gone away for a while, looking for something interesting. She was holding a dark glass bottle in her hand, with a label that had almost disappeared due to the old age and humidity. Behind her, there was a whole shelf with all kinds of bottles.

-Fuck, Laura, I'm starting to think you've got a built-in radar that can spot **** from a hundred yards away.

-I'm just thirsty," Laura replied with a shrug.

-Yes, well, we've got plenty to drink down there without having to loot the wine cellar.

-Come on, aren't you a little curious?

-It's just one bottle, Matt added. She'll never notice.

Deborah sighed as she realized she was not going to change her friends' minds.

-All right, all right. We're only opening this bottle, not one more, do you understand?

-Yes ma'am! Matt said, handing Laura a corkscrew.