Follow Jenny's experiences

Spotting a blonde-haired woman in a dark business dress sitting at an outside table in front of Ricky's Sports Bar & Grill, Jenny sways directly towards her and plops down on a vacant chair. "Heyyy!" she slurs as rather informal greeting. "Are you Annabelle Megormig?" - "Well, yes, I am", smiles the prospective client, obviously expecting easy negotiations and a favorable deal. "And you are Jenny Billings, I assume?" - "Yeaaaah!" Jenny hollers. "Good guessh, that'sh me." - "Do you mind if I smoke, Jenny?" - "Naw, ash long ash you don' mind if I dring!" - "Don't worry, I won't. In fact, I ..." Annabelle stops and blinks for a second as if someone put a grain of sand into her eyes. Then she lights her cigarette and grins mischievously. "I wanted to say, in fact I would join you for a pitcher of beer or two." - "Thatta girl!" But their planned order seems to run into trouble when the waitress notices Jenny's advanced state of intoxication. "I'm sorry, but we are not allowed to serve ... Jenny? Is that you?" - "Heyyy there, Peggy!" the drunken blonde waves. "Thish ish my neighbor, Pe-Peggy Mallory." - "Nice to meet you, Peggy", Annabelle nods. "My pleasure. Well, as I said, we are not allowed to serve ... uhm ... tipsy patrons, but ..." Now it is Peggy who blinks for a second as if someone put a grain of sand into her eyes. "But I think I could make an exception for you." - "Great! Please bring us a pitcher of beer." An hour later, the two business partners are drunkenly leaning on the table, giggling and rummaging through some papers. Annabelle's plan to get the better of Jenny Billings has drowned in a giant sea of beer. In fact, she has just signed a beer-soaked but valid contract which obligates her to pay Jenny twice as much as originally envisaged. "Iss sush a pleashure doin' bushinesh wiyou!" the new client slurs before downing the rest of her latest beer. "Peggy! Bring ush anuffer pisher!" Obediently, the waitress stumbles over, only marginally less drunk than her patrons. She has taken the liberty of helping herself to a fair share of each pitcher she served the two negotiators. "Gr-Gread, bu-bud I'm goin' to a pa-paaardy t'nide", Jenny slurs with great trouble. "Ah-I hafe to leaf now." - "Wadda piddy!" Annabelle laments. "Peggy, pleashe call an Uber for our friend. And bring her a few brewsgis for the road, will ya?" - "Of caush, shweedie." While they are waiting for Jenny's ride, the three women drink even more beer and fool around like pre-school girls. Finally, a car arrives, and Jenny stumbles over after wishing her buddies farewell. Annabelle also decides to pay her check, and Peggy disappears into the bar where she is unexpectedly confronted by Ricky himself.