It's hammer(ed) time!

"Excuse me, sir," she asked the bartender, "are the drinks on the house?"

"They sure are," the bartender said with a wink, "they'll all be on the tab of the event organizer."

"And is that the board...?" Jessica asked again.

"Let me get back to you on that," the bartender promised, "but first, a green tea shot for the lady!"

"Thanks so much!" Jessica just took the shot and downed it as the bartender left for the back room. 40 seconds later, just as Jessica was starting to wonder where he was, the bartender jogged back to her.

"This is all on Mallory Chapman's credit card."

A devilish smirk appeared across Jessica's face, "let's bankrupt that bitch. Two shots of your finest liqueur, my good sir. And I think you know what I mean by 'finest'..."

"Coming right up," the bartender was only too happy to oblige the nude patron as he pulled out the Chivas Royal Salute scotch and poured two shots.

"Oops!" Jessica took the two shots and splashed them both on her breasts. "How clumsy of me. More refills?"

The bartender smiled and refilled. Soon all of the finest scotch, tequila, and vodka was in Jessica's stomach or on her body. Her plan certainly worked - she was getting so red in the face that people were noticing her ruddy face instead of her ruddy rump. Mallory even smirked a little as she saw her stagger and have to hold on to the bar for balance as she flirted with almost every passerby who was also at the bar.