"Drunk! Beth, you were supposed to be responsible for him. How could you let him get drunk?" Pam demanded right on cue.

Beth, about half buzzed from their earlier poolside drinks, replied dismissively, "Shit happens. I didn't know until it was too late, but he survived just fine. I'll tell you more later. I really want to take a quick shower to cool down before lunch. If you don't want him to see those goodies, you can hide it in the closet or something."

As soon as Beth shut the bathroom door, Pam lost her indignant attitude and resumed her examination of the bag's contents. Ignoring the liquor, she was...