Cocktail Party

At a cocktail party. I am with my fiancee. The party is being hosted by her parents. As the future son-in-law I am responsible for mixing the drinks. The mixers are bright red and orange in small bottles arranged in a line like a medicine cabinet. In addition to my future in-laws there is another oldish couple. The woman is short and fat with a heap of curly, dark hair. She makes a comment about getting drunk. She tells me how to make a particular drink and I get confused about which bottle to use from the long line. Two adolescent girls who look like they are sisters enter the room by climbing through a window. Only one is allowed to drink alcohol.