Is Molly dead?

Molly:

I knew I was light headed and even the tiniest bit of alcohol could get me drunk,but I still agreed to this contest.

We had six bottles for a start and when she began taking the second bottle, I hadn't even gone half of my first and my vision had already started blurring. Getting a hold of the bottle seemed like a huge battle, and I giggled at every instance.

This meant one thing, I had gotten high. This had got to be the quickest.

"What is the percentage of alcohol in this drink?" I questioned with my words slurred, while I looked at Paula.

She still had control of herself, and she was gulping the second bottle like it was sprite.

"Just fifty percent. Why do you ask?" She questioned, and I made a gesture with my hand signaling her that I was okay.

But then the moment I tried to grab the bottle, it slipped out of my hand, and fell to the floor, shattering into multiple pieces.

"Please don't move!" Paula said immediately, but I was too dizzy to understand what she was saying.