And then Sveta flopped over on her.  It would be about then that Yang would realize that this was not good.  In fact, things had gone<em>horribly wrong</em>.  Sveta's first breath blew over her face and it was probably more alcohol than air.  Her face was red, really red, like normally talking-about-her-brother red...except it wasn't going away like it should be.  "Heeeeeey, Yannnnng?"  Oh God.  More alarm bells.  "'mm I pretty?"<br/><br/>As if that wasn't enough, Sveta's whole body was starting to sag into Yang's.  And as Yang knew, Sveta had a positively...well, by her standards,<em>slamming</em>body.