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Richard had thought it would get be a matter of getting used to it and maybe it was, but it was going to take longer than she had expected. She recovered with a very animalistic shake of her head. "This," she wheezed, "Is some of the smoothest stuff there is. Maybe its just bad?" She ended on a hopeful note. Yes the scotch must be mislabeled, thats right. She clung to the possibility. "Try a sip and tell me how it compares to that." She pointed at Dee's drink.

The warmth in her stomach certainly felt like whiskey however.

Richard's face fell immediately on her first announcement, her tail when limp. "itss' aright." a slight slur slipping into her speech. Her nose felt warm, tingly almost. She scrunched her nose to sneeze but the sneeze didn't come. She crossed her upperarms on the table and laid her head on it, peering sideways at Dee. Her head felt heavy, she couldn't be drunk yet! It was far to early!.

"Nev'er did tank you did I?"

"I slipped out. After yur wer asleep." She sat up and yawned the flat tongue curl up in her mouth when she did so. she looked back at Dee her head cocked slightly to the side. "Thik I left my laptop there. Need back." Her tail's tip curled and uncurled.

At the prospect of getting back her mac book pro Richard smiled and began to growl, except the growl didn't subside or changed pitch, it was a very loud purr. "Slepy? I'm not s'leepy." she shook her head again. "Just, my head, wee bit fuzzy. Is fine through." To demonstrate her fineness she hauled herself to her feet, wobbling dangerously before grabbing the counter to stablize herself. "See! I hav't aske'd aboot measure ment yet." The slurring was getting worse by the minute as that last drink was taking hold, what ever tolerance she had before it was gone.

Richard lurched toward Dee a handpaw landing heavily on her back. It was meant to be a gentle pat but her coordination fro subtle movements was gone. "Hey! esy thre. N'ot supposed to bre'th it!"

After the pat/thump she loses her balance, falling to knees with an undigified yowl. Her hands clutching at Dee for balance.

"Oh," Richard blinked, surprised at the sudden perspective change. "I fell." She looks up at Dee then at the shirt, absolutely baffled at the exposed bra. She giggled, the sound was much higher than it had been before. Her brains slowly piecing together the sequence of event. "I make an ogly lady and a bad cat." Drunkenly a tentacle reach out toward Dee's chest but it was so mis aimed that it landed on her thigh.

"Naw, ya look good, for ya age." With the greying temples and weathered face Richard had estimated Dee age at an extremely fit looking forty years or so.

She found Dee's joke hysterical and laughed uncontrollably, interspersed with mrowling sounds and a brief purr. "I see. I see them. Well now I don't." Her her thunked against the bar, looking up at the sky. "Why I want that?" Her head rolled down to look at her stretched out shirt. "Oh?"

"Bah! th'Lab von't help! I'm trouble." She looked proud of that. "Won't don't touch me without buzzzzing first. All the kitties are ess- ecc - insane." She laughed at that although her voice cracked betraying her fear. "Jamal's murderous, Kikuth's wild and... I dunno." She looked utterly depressed for a moment. Then she looked up with a smile. "I called Moreau a c**t tho. He uh basthard."