Re: bored and drunk... not a good combination

Who: Guinevere Winters and other nameless patrons.
Where: Parrotts bar of course.
When: Since when has the clock on the wall ever told the right time
in a bar.
Guinevere walked slowly out of Parrotts bar and not in a straight
line, she had not been this drunk in a long time, usually holding
her liquor quite well, but her emotional state had decided to become
a factor and Guinevere was feeling worse for wear.
She bumped into another crew member which cause her to spin, that
was not a good thing, she turned around and before she took a step
in the new direction she threw up, something she had never done
before from drinking.
She had thrown up all right, all over Jessie Carter's boots. The two
girls had gotten along well enough on the away mission, but it
certainly was not enough, Jessie did not look happy and was feeling
drunk herself.
"You getting the cleaning bill." Jessie said with a slur and
missing a word or two from the sentence.
"Nah, nah, nah. I can fix that." Guinevere said pulling out a
grease rag from her overalls and starting bending down to wipe up
the sick.
*Bonk* the two girls heads collided.
"What you hit me for?" The two girls yelled at one another.
((I do not know if Guinevere would actually fight Jessie, but hey,
they are both tee-totalled. I'll leave the fight scene to you as
Jessie would probably win being on the run, skilled in combat and
all that, though I guess I can see them more likely being broken up
or knocking one another out. Still I highly doubt that Guinevere
would win.))