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Chrissie didn't know what time it was, just that it was five o'clock somewhere, and that was good enough for her. She sat at the bar with a glass of whiskey on the rocks in hand, lazily drinking what was either her fifth or tenth glass; she didn't even try to keep track at this point. 'Wait, maybe it's my fifteenth.... Eh, whatever.' She mused as she swigged down the rest and tapped the lip for a refill, the barkeep eyeing her up nervously. "Uhhh, Ma'am? Are you sure you should be drinking this much? Maybe I should call you a cab..." The rather worried male stated.

This seemed to only serve to irritate the obliterated woman, the ginger narrowing her glazed emerald eyes at him. "'Ey.... I'm ptttertanly not dunchhh.... Now, fill'er up...." She slurred, swaying around slightly. If not for her inhuman metabolism, Chrissie was fairly certain in that hazy, drunken mind of hers that she would be dead from alcohol poisoning.

Reluctantly, the barkeep refilled her glass, the ginger grinning at it as if it was her long lost friend. It was alcohol, after all. Back when she had been Prince Christopher, she had been the biggest lush on planet Mercury. Flirting with the ladies, bedding a new one almost every night (sometimes halfway through the day she would pick a new woman to bring back to her chambers), and still being a damn good guard for her little half sister. When she wasn't glaring obligatory big brother daggers at Michal for getting friendly with her kid sister. Taking another sip, Chrissie gazed hazily at the wall, wondering what they others were doing at this point. That going doubly so for Makoto.

She was worried about the wayward senshi who had gone dark, driven mad by the darkness that had been forced into her and processed with her lightning. Perhaps she would return to them, but she had no idea how; if only the Rose of Jupiter could help her return to normal. But alas, it seemed that it would not come to pass that easily. Every attempt they had made to connect with the insane girl had been met with violence and frightening ranting seeming to herself. Chrissie took another drink, lost in thought as she swayed more on the bar stool. Maybe she should call for one of the other Roses to get her, she didn't want to deal with a youma while staggering about again. It hadn't gone too poorly; she only had destroyed three vendor carts that day.

Chrissie drunkly pouted over the rim of her glass at her guest, swaying far more from the added booze. 'Did you take a break from screwing my sister just to tell me that?' She mentally quipped, but kept that to herself. She migjt be drunk, but she wasn't a complete idiot. "I shink I c'n d'cides for m'self.... I don' need th'shicks of you tellin' m'whadda do..." Her speech was suffering greatly already, knocking back the last of her whiskey before shoving the glass away to cut herself off.

The drunk grinned at the younger male, poking his arm sloppily. "Any wordsh on Juuupitor?" The room was spinning a bit, but she hardly noticed, instead pulling a book from her back and reading it upside-down and backwards. "Sheen Ami t'day? She sen' ya t'look fer me?"

Chrissie flailed her arms pathetically after Michal when he stole her keys from her. "But I waaaaaaaaaaaalked....." She whined childishly, paying the tab with a pout on her lips before standing.

The room swayed back and forth like a ship caught in a storm, her motions weaving accordingly as she followed her apparent 'drunk wrangler' of the day. Hell, it seemed that Michal was tasked with dragging her back more than anyone else, but that could be because Ami was concerned and he was still in love with her. By the time Chrissie caught up with her fellow Rose, she had stumbled into three trash bins, two lamps, and a rather unfortunate flower bed, slinging her arm around his shoulders. "Soooo, whatcha dooin?"

Chrissie huffed irritably, glaring out the window of the truck silently. She would rather be walking into a troop of youma than let her sister see her this wasted. Again. For the third time this week. 'And it's only Tuesday....' She lamented, sighing again before all hell broke loose.

A youma seemingly had read her mind and dropped out of the sky and into the road in front of the truck, the ginger instantly clutching her rose and saying, "Ice Rose Power!"

Light surrounded the drunken woman, kicking open the door in her haste to do battle as several more of the enemy joined the first, hoping that Michal hadn't gotten into a wreck at the sudden appearance of the monsters. That would not be something she would want to explain to Ami at all. Her visor shot across her eyes, the Rose of Mercury swaying almost drunkenly to avoid an attack meant to cleave her in half, her green eyes focused. Unless Michal decided to help out, this was a battle that she was more than certain she would have to run from, pulling two roses to toss into the faces of two youma, knocking them to the ground and causing them to vanish. 'Okay, at least they seem to be low level creatures. This shouldn't be too hard.' She noted at her visor sent her information, split between reading the vital data and dodging blows from the enemy.

Her coat flared out behind her as she raced forwards, bit of Rime Ice collecting in her hands as she started summoning a golem, the creature standing beside her dutifully, bits of ice still clinging to her face; a grim reminder of the fact that she was using one of her more potent abilities that could prove fatal if she used it too much. "Attack 'em!" Chrissie commanded, extracting yet another rose to throw at a youma, her golem battling a small group.

She had large patches of Rime Ice on her skin, three golems fighting with her against the overwhelming numbers of the youma. At some point, she had opted to fight with her rose axes, the ice that chilled her body slowing her down. She could only summon one last golem before she hit critical ice coverage, her stomach burning a bit from the cold. What the enemy lacked in power, it seemed they made up for in sheer numbers, one of her creations being smashed into ice chips at long last. "Dammit!" She swore, trying to fend off the youma and finding herself backed into a corner.

Michal was unable to help as he was bleeding from the damage done to his head. One of his eyes was split open and the citizens were afraid to help due to the Youma attacking.