Follow Sarah's experience

Shortly after dark, Sarah is awakened by a sudden rain shower. Fortunately, its doesn't last long, and the drizzle isn't strong enough to make her real wet, but it is unpleasant enough to send her scurrying back to the high school. The parking lot is nearly empty, and Sarah avoids the lighted areas so as not to be seen by teachers or other students. Disoriented and still drunk, she shuffles over to the main road, but she is several miles from home, and it will be an awful walk. However, Sarah has only been walking for a few minutes when suddenly a passing car screeches to an unsteady halt. "Hey there! Sharah!" a familiar voice beckons her. "Come over, quigg!" Stumbling over to the red Chevy Cruze, Sarah recognizes her neighbor's daughter Peggy Mallory who graduated from Green Valley High School last year. "Hi, Peg!" - "Hi, kiddo. Wadda ya doin' here?" - "Uhm ... shomehow, I loshd drag of time. Can you give me a ride home?" - "Shure, pal." Peggy looks around and lowers her voice. "To be honeshd, I'm a lil' tissy ride now, and I'm probally o'er the limid." Sarah notices only now that the young woman is holding an open beer bottle. "I know you have a learner'sh permid. Why don't ya ged in and drife ush home? I alrey loshd my shob today, and I don't wanna loshe my lisenshe ash well." Beaming proudly, Sarah nods. "Shure I will, if I ged a beer." - "No kiddin! Sho you finally shdarded drinkin? Here you are!" Handing over a bottle to Sarah, Peggy slides over to the passenger seat, and the eager sophomore enters the car. After drinking a few gulps, she drives off rather slowly. For a couple of minutes, everything seems to go just fine. But eventually, the **** gets the better of Sarah. "I ... I don't feel sho well", she murmurs. "I thing I'm goin' to be sigg." Stopping the Chevy just in time, the drunken girl threws up right onto the steering wheel, the front seat and all over the car floor. Peggy stares at her, thunderstruck. "Holy shid!" she finally erupts. "Are you fuggin' crasy? This ish soooo grosh! I shus' can't believe id!" Stumbling from the car, Sarah retches again and continues her violent puking, this time into the roadside ditch. "Whatd'sh frong with you?" Peggy inquires, pulling back the younger girl's hair. "Waid - you smell lige a winery! Are you fuggin' drung ash well?" Tears begin to fill Sarah's eyes. "I ... I'm shorry ... I had a few dringsh ..." Peggy shakes her head in disbelief. "And I fought it wash a good idea to led ya drife! Fugg it all! If I drife, I could ged a DUI, bud if you drife, you will ged ush killed!" Returning to her car, both girls inspect the contaminated interior. Sarah's unpleasant accident has sobered them up to some extent. "Whadda mesh!" Peggy grumbles dejectedly. "And how it shdings! Come on, let'sh dry and glean it ub." Exhausting all available Kleenex tissues, the girls manage to remove the biggest chunks of vomit, but both the lack of sufficient cleaning supplies and their continuing drunkenness combine to hamper their frantic efforts. Finally, Peggy abandons her futile attempts and decides to postpone all further cleaning until tomorrow. "It'sh ushelesh, it won't ged any bedder now", she sighs. "Ged in, ya foolish girl, I'll drife ush home." Without further incident, they reach their home turf where Peggy stops her car on the jointly owned driveway. Reluctantly, Sarah finishes her beer to wash away the taste of vomit. "Ogay, kiddo", Peggy releases the pitiful girl. "See ya tomorrow for a lil' cleaning seshion." - "I'll come, I promishe", Sarah replies meekly. "Bud now I need a desent shleeb. Bye, Peg. And shorry again for the trubble I caushed. I really didn't mean to."