Betty looked at Judy uncertainly.
"What would you like to change?" Judy asked.
"Maybe we should take a break," Amy suggested, breaking in at last as Judy and Betty stared at each other.
Betty relaxed a bit. "Yeah, I think I might need a few minutes to get ready to change again," she said. "If that's alright."
"Fine," said Judy.
"How about we have a drink to start with?" Amy ventured.
"Yeah," Cathy said. "Let's make a toast to Betty for being awesome and getting the alcohol."
"Yeah," Amy said, opening the vodka and pouring out four shots. "To Betty," she said as she lifted one. The other women grabbed their glasses.
Cathy and Judy lifted their glasses and said, "To Betty," as well.
The four of them drank and immediately gagged and spit out the vodka.
"Ugh," Cathy said. "It's like poison!"
"I feel like I'm going to puke," Amy said, looking a bit green.
Betty wiped her lips dry as she and Judy looked at each other again. They had both spit up the vodka onto each other. Betty smiled and Judy smiled back. Then, they started laughing.
"I think you got a little something on you there," Judy said.
"You too," Betty replied. They laughed again even harder and kept on laughing. The other women joined in, and then Judy and Betty hugged each other.
All was forgiven it seemed.
Now that the first drink was out of the way, the girls took their time with testing out the rest of the bottles. Amy suggested that they try mixing the drinks with Coke. She had heard that some grownups do that. She fetched some cans from the fridge. They were pleased to discover that the rum went very well with the Coke.
Jim watched as they drank and played board games and blasted teen pop songs and giggled and stumbled around like idiots for the next hour or two. Occasionally, one would stumble off to the bathroom, while the other three would gossip about her mercilessly. It was all so stupid to watch, yet he kept watching, if only to keep an eye on the balloon.
Eventually, the girls were all laying slumped on furniture or flat out on the floor, nearly unconscious. "Hey, gurls," Judy muttered. "I got an idea."
Amy's bleary eyes peeked open slightly, "What idea?"
"How about we have a bit of fun with my widdle gurl Jamie over 'dere?"
"Uh oh," Jim said as he saw the women all turn their drunken eyes on him.