Panic at the Liquor Store

A phone conversation:

Mandy: Heeeey, what's going on?

Me: I'm freaking out. I have to go to a party in a furniture store and I don't have any idea what to drink.

Mandy: Wait, what?

Me: It's a staff party for the store next door. There might be some booze there, but like... I need to bring something to drink. I have a little wine left over from yesterday.

Mandy: You can't bring a half-drunk bottle of hobo-wine to a party with strangers. You can only do that with your friends because we won't judge you.

Me: What do I buy!?

Mandy: Buy a mid-priced bottle of wine. Something normal and not pretentious. You won't get shitfaced and make a fool of yourself, but you won't be stuck drinking some ridiculous drink like scotch all night.

Me: Okay, that makes sense. Thank-you.

Mandy: You're welcome. I know how you panic in situations like this.

EDIT: 2:53am: I didn't even drink the wine I brought. Still drunk. Now I have wine for when Mandy visits on Wednesday!!