Who believes the narrator should stop drinking?

Choices:
A. Jenny
B. not enough information
C. Dylan
D. Natalie
Jenny
Jenny turned her nose up at me as I sat down, sniffing loudly and filling her nostrils with the strong alcohol stink I was emitting. "So have you been drinking already this morning, or are you just still drunk from last night?"
"A little of both," I said.
She peered at me disapprovingly over her iced latte. We were sitting at a table in front of a strip mall coffee shop. Jenny was wearing huge gold-rimmed sunglasses and had a decent collection of shopping bags gathered at her feet.
"Busy afternoon?" I asked.
"Just picking up a few things for Mexico. We leave tomorrow morning."
My attention was drawn away by a group of men in black jumpsuits standing around in the parking lot next to a white van with the red Asterion logo painted on its side. It was hard to tell, but I thought one of them was the same guy I'd seen on the Light Rail a couple days before, the one who'd been reading the paper.
Jenny seemed to notice my distraction and followed my gaze. "Is something wrong?"
"No, it's just those Asterion guys seem to be everywhere now. I guess business must be booming."
"Yeah, we hired them last month to archive our old financial records," Jenny replied. "They came in and hauled everything away, I was so happy to get all that empty space back. Of course it doesn't really matter now, since I'm going to have to find a new job when I get back from the honeymoon.
"Anyways, I'm rambling," she admitted good-naturedly. "So what did you want to talk to me about?"
"I wanted to ask you about someone I met last night."
She bared her teeth ecstatically in a knowing grin. "Really? A woman, I presume."
"Settle down, it's not like that. She's just a girl who said she can help introduce me to Dylan Maxwell."
"Was it Natalie?" she asked.
"I don't know. She was wearing a motley dress and a black veil."
"Yep, that's Natalie," Jenny confirmed.