[Lynette Bishop takes a seat in the bar.
She doesn't know why was she doing this. After a more recent letter from Wilma, she suggested Lynette to gain some constitution, which could only be gained by three things: Gaining weight, gaining drinking experience, and gaining booze.
As long as witches were allowed to drink under Britannian laws, she wanted to be an upstanding britannian citizen yearning to have the constitution of her fellow nationals.]
What do you recommend for this place?
[She's going to be responsible.]
[It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Someone challenged her, she drank for the honor of her nation, she thought she could drink an Andie's Purple Armageddon, but whatever the case, Lynette will realize in her sober mind that it was not a good idea.
Either way, you have drunken witch your way.]
[You fucked up.
Lynette realizes it the moment she wakes up. She inspects the damage.]