It wasn't long till Kylie found the slightest buzz from her drink and most of all, she was a extra - ordinarily heavy drinker. By now, she had taken her glasses off and put them in her jacket. One of the most noticeable things was that the assisted shades on her eyes tried their best to react to the blurriness she saw, but they stopped after a few moments and locked into a more permanent position.<br/><br/>She slammed the bottle on the counter with s loud, glassy *thump!*, laughing slightly. She grinned as she sat back comfortablly in the chair. (Though it didn't break.)<br/><br/>She soon peered at the mouse, but replied to the bartender. "I've had drinks that would make even the toughest drinker pass out with a single sip. It's more of a poison, but not so much in low doses. I used to win every time... Hahaha... What a trick, ehh?" She asked before leaning forward as the mouse climbed up on the table. She gave a devilish smile as she picked him up by the tail. "Ahaha... I used to have a mouse-pet just like you, only your not as fat. Your more cute, with your silly little cloths, pest."