Her first grown-up party is at fifteen. When the alcohol comes out she rolls her eyes at the big deal the boy makes.
She gags at the first sip. They laugh.
She gives them a withering stare. "I've been getting into Mom's liquor cabinet for years. Did you make it in your bathtub? It's disgusting." She crosses her arms. "If you want to gag it down and pretend you're sophisticated don't let me stop you."
For her twenty-first birthday her mother drinks a glass with her before telling her the only alcohol in the house is in the vanilla extract.