take a drink

 Chuckling a bit and checking her watch, Faye sat down on the steps next to Freddy.  "Okay, you convinced me.  Always trust a lush when you have a question about ****."  she said.  He grinned and his eyes flashed as she took the bottle from his outstretched hand.  He twirled it in a flourish like a magic trick had just been performed.  "How much should I drink?"  she asked, looking down the neck of the bottle for any hint of contamination.  Finding none, she sniffed it and wished she hadn't.

   A wide grin split his face.  "About four seconds worth should do it for a woman of your size and figure.  Be sure to eat some bread when you get inside."  he said.  She thought his eyes would roam over her, but they didn't.  Faye lifted the bottle in a toast.  

   "To your health."  she said, and tipped the bottle back.  Freddy watched her breasts swell against the fabric of her top as the liquid slid down her throat.  It tasted aweful, but she kind of expected that.  She counted " One.  Two.  Three.   Four." and tipped the bottle back down.  "Gah!" she exclaimed, handing the bottle back and screwing up her face.  "That is the worst Vodka I've ever tasted."

   Oh, yes.  You'll be wanting some gum.  You'll start to feel a little drunk again, but it'll pass by the time your shift starts and it'll be like you are right as rain on the emerald fields."  He said, and she immediately agreed.  If her boss smelled this shit on her breath, she was done.  She nodded and mumbled a thanks, and started to walk to the end of the block to the convenience store for some gum.  

   Meanwhile, Freddy reached beside the steps for the bottle of Everclear, and carefully refilled what she had drank from his favorite Vodka bottle, which hadn't seen a drop of Vodka for nearly a decade.  Faye, thinking she just had perhaps a shot and a half, had really had more like six, and in her 120lbs body, that should be hitting her very hard, very soon...