"Freshhhhout!" yells the drunk, turning her 'out' into a real shout.  Some beer splashes on the other girl's hand who shivers and jumps like a cat herself.<br/><br/>"Aimee!"  Clutching herself like she was just drenched in a bath the once-quiet girl wakes up a bit and turns to face you.  "Eh.  Sorry about her.  The owner's-"<br/><br/>A loud thud, like a pop, bellows under the floorboards.  Pinkish smoke seeps out from between the gaps smelling a bit like kitty li-<br/><br/>"Shaddap!  Perv!  Idiot!"  Aimee stomps the floor spreading her legs in her chair and unabashedly showing off some really fancy, mature looking panties.<br/><br/>"Downstairs," sighs the quiet girl.  She points over her shoulder at a hallway near the back.  "Stairs down over there.  You're better off not going."  Then with a yawn she sits back down and promptly goes to sleep in an instant.  Aimee narrows her narrow eyes and begins to laugh, amused.<br/><br/>"Dontcha say we diddn warn ya, girly!"