Too much wine erodes your self-control

You, Ernie Wood, and Cynthia and Hugh Crassle engage in pleasant conversation over the excellent meals set before you. The first cup of sweet red wine goes down a bit rough. You're only 18 and you haven't had a lot of experience drinking, so even the relatively smooth vino causes you to squint with each sip. By the time the bottle of red has been finished and replaced with a bottle of white it is going down smooth as

milk and you are well on your way to being drunk.

The wine leaves you feeling pleasantly warm, relaxed, almost giddy. You laugh a bit too loud at Mr. Crassle's dirty jokes and keep touching Mr. Wood's leg under the table. By the time the third bottle arrives and no one but you wants a refill it's too late. Your self-control is almost completely gone. You're slurring your words and your face is flushed with intoxication.

The booze has the added affect of making you extremely horny. As you listen to Mr. Crassle launch into another one of his three part jokes about bodily fluids you start sizing up the people at the table like pieces of meat.

Mr. Wood, to your right, seems a little concerned by your drinking. He has asked you twice if you should slow down, but each time you just kiss him on the cheek and keep going to your wine glass.

Mr. Crassle, to your left, seems extremely amused by your drunken conversation. His busty trophy wife, Cynthia, across the table from you, is either very good at hiding any sign of annoyance or is nearly as drunk as you. She snorts a bit like a pig when she laughs and she is laughing more and more.

Then there's the hot waiter. He's a young Italian guy, only a year or two older than you, and you see him staring at your hard nipples poking at the fabric of your dress every time he swings by to ask a question or refill a glass.

"...and then she says...'I left it behind the bush!'" Mr. Crassle finishes his joke.

You roar with laughter, Cynthia titters, and Ernie chuckles. You weren't even really paying attention to the joke, but it's still funny.

You wet your lips and cast your gaze over the table one last time. You're feeling extra flirtatious and uninhibited, which is saying a lot for you. Now you just have to decide who deserves your attention.