When friends come over to my apartment for a dinner party (catered by Loren who fancies himself an amateur gourmet chef), everybody gets drunk. No, not drunk. Hammered.
Unfortunately, I don't drink. As you know, it's not always pleasant to be the only sober one in the room, so the best I can do is pretend to be drunk by pretending to swig wine straight from the bottle. Throw in a little slurred speech and play up the droopy eyes, and I'm in business.