Abby staggered over to the table and stuffed some food into her mouth. It helped, but she still felt dizzy. She looked around the room. There were eight others, all men between the ages of thirty and sixty. She turned to Jim.

"I need to pee. Is there a bathroom?"

"Right there," Jim said, pointing at a door near the bar.

Abby came out of the bathroom adjusting her skirt. Jim handed her another martini. She knew she had already drunk too much, but she took it anyway. After a few sips, she felt the room spinning. She staggered backwards and was about to fall. Jim caught her from behind....