Mistletoe Anon
She popped her head up, realizing she'd fallen asleep. She was now, quite sober, which just wouldn't do for this holiday. "O-Oh yes...well, i-it is the drink of the gods..." she mumbled in her usual fashion, face now red with embarrassment rather then drunken tomfoolery. She got up and ran somewhere.
When she returned, she had a steaming cup of honey and dew. She took a sip and grinned. Her wilted leaves seemed to brighten up with this new choice in drink.
"Ah, that's why? Well, at least you're sober for a little bit. You may wanna save some of your alcohol for the event or actual day. Well, unless you have plenty left," Previous night images had begun to appear in her mind. With a chuckle, she said, "out of all the people, though, I would of never expected you to get drunk."