"Hasn't anyone ever told you not to tease a pregnant lady with alcoholic beverages?" Penny asked as she sat down next to him, returning from what was already her second bathroom trip of the night. She was not enjoying her current bladder situation, especially with her outfit. She was wearing something so hideously disgusting, it ended up being super hot- neon pink leopard print dress, neon orange bra, neon orange purse, and neon yellow and green bracelets and belt. And, Penny being Penny, she rocked it to hell and back. But instead of complaining about it, she just sighed and shook her head.
"I wish I could get drunk. Hey, 'tender! Could you pour whatever non-alcoholic beverages come to your fancy into a whole bunch of shot glasses for me, please?" She wanted to at least fool herself into thinking she was getting drunk; the power of suggestion was a mighty tool.