She was searching her pockets for her car keys, thinking that she had seen enough that evening, when Keith walked out. As he clapped to her performance, she rolled her eyes and shook her head, snatching the finger from his hands while hardly looking at him. Alexandria really couldn't bear the sight of him right now. "I didn't know you could be so persistent." She snarled at him. "Did you have a talk with Erika? Hm? Well congratulations, Keith. I hope you come up with something delightfully sinister with her." She forced a smile on her face, now turning to look at him. He was so composed too, as if he had never had a drink or taken drugs.<br/><br/>He asked about how much she had been drinking and she sneered. "Clearly not enough. And that's all because of your stupid, overly inflated ego. I hope your fucking happy Keith!" She laughed, clearly drunk as she was making low remarks and not really being her snappy self. "I hope you're really fucking happy.." Alexandria grabbed the wall for support, breathing deeply. "You can get the fuck out now, if you're not even banging a girl here." She stared at him for a moment and then stumbled over to him, drunkedly adjusting the collar of his shirt before smiling to him in a forced manner. "Heartbreaker. That's what you are." She grabbed his hand and tried to press it against her heart, but being drunk, kind of missed it and pressed it against her breast. "Do you feel that? That's my heart breaking. You fucker."<br/><br/>She grinned drunkedly and then pushed past him to go back inside and really get hammered.