Monkling has the opposite problem from the human. She's always had a pretty high tolerance, but from what she knows of her parents, it's probably because she comes from a long line of heavy drinkers...<br/><br/>She shrugs, "Well there's...several folks. Aside from the bird folks, felines and canines, there's equines and bovines, rodents, apes...Being in the states, we got a good portion of most everyone. But certain places have more one species. Polar bears and timber wolves are most popular up north. From the south we got quite a few of the birds..." She trails off, realizing how speciest she must sound to anyone else in the world right now, and folds her ears back with slight embarrassment, before pouring herself a glass of vodka. She downs the salt quickly, one ear twitching a bit.<br/><br/>"So, um...about us..." She trails off and looks at Stone. She's...really<em>bad</em>at talking about herself...