Follow Jenny's experience

When Jenny stumbles into her office carrying a crate of champagne, her two assistants look on in great astonishment. "Hi, boss! Do we have anything to celebrate today?" Stephanie Miller asks from her desk. Jenny, who has experienced slight troubles when parking her car in the company's underground garage, resultig in an ugly scratch across the right front fender, gives them a mischievous smile. "Well, waddabout my birfday?" she pouts, batting her eyelids innocently. When she looks at her subordinates, they blink for a second as if someone put a grain of sand into their eyes. "But ... but your birthday is only in six weeks", Laura Hoffman objects to her reasoning. "Maybe ..." Jenny leans over and lowers her voice to a conspiratorial tone. "Bud what could be frong with a lil' bregamin?" Laughing, she rips open the crate and takes out one of the greenish bottles. "Dime to bob the corgs!" Cheering her on, Steph and Laura quickly bring her the flutes from the sideboard, and their boss fills the glasses to the brim. "Sheers, galsh! Boddoms ub!" Jenny hollers before they clink glasses and drink hastily. She empties the flute in a single, long chug, and her co-workers quickly follow suit. "Simply delicious!" Steph opines, while Laura has to cough a little. Jenny is already poised for a refill. "Come on, come on!" she urges the other women. "We musht kill the boll before lunsh." - "Easy, Jen", Stephanie warns. "This is an expensive french champagne. You don't chug this stuff like cheap beer at a sorority kegger." - "Ever the shtylish one, eh, Shteph?" Jenny teases her. "Do ash you blease, but I'll loshe no time. Sheers!" One hour later, two of the bottles are completely empty, and the atmosphere in the office has become very relaxed. Even the ever-formal Stephanie has opened the blazer of her grey business dress. The women are giggling liberally, and especially Jenny is clearly drunk now. "Oh boy", Laura moans with flushed cheeks. "I wonner how I shall manashe theshe aggounts. I'm conshdanly confushing the numbersh." - "Bah, I'm even worshe off", Jenny burps. "I'm already havin' trubble reading!" The women join in another round of laughter. "Anyway, I'm off to lunsh now." Rising very carefully, the drunken blonde sways over to the door and waves her friends goodbye. "I'll be bag in an hour or two. Shee ya, girlsh!" - "Take care!" Stephanie sees her off good-naturedly.