Laughing joyously, she slurred as she said, "hey! Come here little tail...don't run from me!" Crawling forward across the soft rug and pounced on his tail. The dark fur was wispy and feather soft, tickling her bare skin as her oversized sweater slipped down her shoulder.<br/>Drunk, she was clumsy and bubbly; she had not yet begun to come on to any one. If she continued to drink, though, she would be hitting on everyone pretty soon, even the gremlins...no one would be safe from her flirting.