[Eleanor whines openly again, pushing up onto her hands.]
Yeahhh. I'll rally.
[She actually isn't sure about that. She didn't have the air knocked out of her, but the shock of hitting the ground did knock some of the wind out of her sails. She looks up at the guy-- Kid? How old is he? --and then points at him.]
You should get more drunk. That would definitely help. It'll help everybody.
[Using a stool, she struggles back to her feet, immediately looking for her own drink. It takes. Longer than it should, given it ends up being right where she left it. But she knocks what is left back and, because nothing matters, throws the glass against the wall, whooping excitedly.]
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Yeahhh. I'll rally.
[She actually isn't sure about that. She didn't have the air knocked out of her, but the shock of hitting the ground did knock some of the wind out of her sails. She looks up at the guy-- Kid? How old is he? --and then points at him.]
You should get more drunk. That would definitely help. It'll help everybody.
[Using a stool, she struggles back to her feet, immediately looking for her own drink. It takes. Longer than it should, given it ends up being right where she left it. But she knocks what is left back and, because nothing matters, throws the glass against the wall, whooping excitedly.]
Yeah! Fuck it! Fuck yeah!