Naomi giggled. "Prifffat Land. Reportin' fer juchty Shir!" She saluted. "Lady wansh to queshun ush! I wanna queshun too... I fink I gonna frow up..."<br/><br/>She had never actually been this drunk before. She'd been a bit tiddly, but right now, the fresh air was beginning to catch up with her and she was feeling distinctly unwell... The woman was marching off into the darkness and Naomi's common sense had vanished with that last glass of... whatever it was. She had no idea what she'd been drinking towards the end of the party.<br/><br/>She staggered after the stranger. "Hey lady, wait up... You not a cop. Copsh woudl areshteshteshted ush fer Duncan Dishordly. I like him... Duncan Dishdly He'sh cute... I'm defi'ly gonna hurl..."<br/><br/>And she did. The very liquid and really disgusting stuff flew from her mouth directly towards the stranger.