Follow Katie's experience

Rushing back to her apartment, Katie uncorks the wine bottle in no time. Her husband, currently away on a business trip, is a strict teetotaler, and consequently there isn't even a single can of light beer in the whole house. But now she has successfully acquired the desired **** in the fastest possible manner - by tapping her neighbors. Greedily gulping down a liberal amount of the heavy Merlot, Katie sinks down onto her sofa. Another mouthful, and then another, and then a third, and the edges of her mind are already becoming somewhat fuzzy. From now on, Katie swears to herself, she will always keep a considerable stash of wine in her house. She doesn't care at all what her husband will think of this. "No boose, no seggs!" she giggles with tipsy determination. Drinking more wine, Katie leans back and enjoys her buzz. Suddenly, she envies her daughter, who is working in a fancy sports bar where cool beers and exquisite wines are served each single day. "Wine iss fine!" she rhymes with another tipsy giggle, before emptying the bottle and burping loudly. That was excellent! Delightful! Lovely! "Bud now I need more!" Katie murmurs to herself. Going back to the Billings house doesn't seem to be a good idea. Without any doubt, it is more prudent to drive over to Beryl Wilson's liquor shop. Katie rises from her couch, fighting for balance for a second, and walks over to the garage door, swaying a little from side to side. Probably, she is a bit drunk already. But she is anything but drunk enough for her taste! Entering her stylish minivan, Katie activates the door opener and backs down the driveway. Although she tries to concentrate, she has a really hard time to stay in her lane, and repeatedly crosses the yellow line. But she manages to reach the liquor shop without any major incident, jumps from her car and rushes inside. Beryl Wilson is sitting crookedly behind the counter, drinking from a bottle of vodka. "He ... *hic* ... hello, pal!" the brunette shop owner slurs with a drunken smile. "I'm Bell Wisson, an' who are you?" - "Hi! I'm Kadie Mallory!" the dark-haired newcomer blabbers with an identical grin. "I needa dring. Shus gimme some wine!" Beryl slams back another vodka and makes an inviting gesture to the shelves. "Help yashelf", she mumbles indifferently. "It'sh free for you, pal." - "Oh, really?" Katie beams. "Tha'sh gread, Belle." - "My namesh Belle!" the drunken shop owner tries to correct her, but Katie isn't longer listening. She is busy shoving half a dozen wine and liquor bottles into her shopping bag. "Loog, I'm doin a lil' wine tashding", Beryl explains. "Shoin me for a few shambles." - "Of caush!" Katie slurs and sways over to the counter. "Here, have a shib of thish one." Beryl drinks and hands her a bottle of red wine, pushing a vodka bottle from the counter in the process. The bottle is smashed into thousand pieces, and liquor spills all over the floor, but the drunken women don't care. After some more "samples", they burp and gasp with reddened faces. "Shus ... *hic* ... shus fine", Katie declares and holds onto the counter for support. "You're really a friend. Bud I haff to leaf now, hunny." Kissing Beryl on the cheek, Katie grabs one of the open wine bottles and staggers back onto the street while the shop owner reaches for her corkscrew.