Anabelle stumbles down the alley and finishes off her can of beer before throwing it away. She chugs more, letting it drip down her face and slams them to the ground when done. Over and over she imbibes until she slides down the wall, sprawling on the floor by the garbage cans.
Being a happy drunk, she laughs and hiccups, oblivious to Arielle. This kind therapist is concerned and tries to convince her to come to her new rehab center. Promises of more drinks at the center and the fact that Anabelle ran out of beer, convinces her to wander off with this strange lady.
In the therapy session, Anabelle lies on the couch and is angry to be sober. Arielle has her own demons and while trying to lead Anabelle to enlightenment, tries to refrain from touching herself. Her hands sneak down between her legs while asking Anabelle about her drinking session.
Anabelle does not even realize that Arielle has an orgasm and her climax induced narcolepsy kicks in. In disgust, Anabelle wanders through the clinic in search for beer. She finds the contraband beer that was left on top of the fridge, and while not happy that it is warm, chugs it down quickly.
More can are opened and tossed down while she laughs, burps, and can barely keep her balance.
This treatment center has its hardest case yet!