Follow Beryl's experience

When Jenny has left, Beryl suddenly realizes that in all the years she has been selling ****, she has hardly ever tasted the beers, wines and liquors in her store. Why is she so modest, while her customers have all the fun? Without hesitation, she grabs an armful of wine, vodka and champagne bottles from the nearest shelves and places them on the counter. Wondering how the expensive champagne that Jenny just bought will taste, she plops open the cork and greedily swallows the spilling liquid. What a heavenly pleasure this stuff is! Beryl doesn't pause before she has consumed half the bottle. At this point, her eyes catch a big bottle of Chianti. Remembering the she also likes red wine, she puts down the champagne and gropes around in search of a corkscrew. "I will have a little sip of this", she exclaims loudly and hiccups. No sooner said than done! After half a dozen very big and hasty sips, Beryl feels how the **** is beginning to hit her. Already a little unsteady, she pulls a bar stool to the counter and climbs onto the seat. Uncorking a bottle of Chardonnay, she decides to have her own private wine tasting. "Sheers, ol' girl!" she giggles as she puts the bottle to her full, wet lips. Gosh, how she loves that happy buzz in her spinning head! Suddenly, the front door opens, and a customer enters the liquor shop. Although her brain is already befuddled, Beryl recognizes one of the teachers from the nearby high school. Betty what's her name? Ah, whatever! "Hi there", she greets the shop owner casually. "I need two cartons of wine at once. Give me what you have at hand. I don't care about taste or price." - "Shus as ya want." Beryl shrugs absent-mindedly, slides from the bar stool, hiccups and grabs a random wine carton. While she is looking away, Betty helps herself to a big sip from one of the open bottles on the counter. "Hey! Wadda you doin?" Beryl protests. The teacher blushes. "Sorry, but I couldn't resist." - "Oh, never mind. I don't care a fugg today. Sheers!" Clinking bottles, the women drink greedily. Then Betty carries her cartons outside to the car, one after another, because she is beginning to feel dizzy. "What do I owe you?" she finally asks after another sample from the counter. But Beryl doesn't care at all. "Shus gimme twenny bucks", she murmurs. "The resd is onne house." - "You're generous!" Betty pays and waves her goodbye, and Beryl hands her an open bottle as she leaves. "Here, haff one for the road, old gal!" the tipsy woman giggles foolishly.