Aw, man. She needed another drink.

Or maybe she didn't, judging by how the room swayed slightly as Quinn looked up from her bottle with a pout. Her alcohol tolerance was pretty good for her size, being that she was rather practiced at drinking, but after a bottle of straight whiskey she was pretty damn drunk.

There was a loud "Oof!" as someone accosted her. Normally her head would have spun to see the offender, but spinning fast was not healthy at the moment. So instead she turned her head slowly to match Michi's face to what-sounded-like-Michi's voice. "Fffffind out what?"

Nope. Not drunk at all.