She felt the weight of disapproving stares shifting to her with the help of Remiel's loud commentary. From the corner of her eyes, she noticed him slowly weaving his way through the crowd towards their intended target.<br/><br/>As the woman and her husband recovered, turning and attempting to ignore her as best they could, Myobi grinned a bit as she planned her next move. She wouldn't let them just turn their backs on her, much less ignore her...<br/><br/>Wobbling a bit, her arm reached out and grabbed for the lady's shoulder as she nearly 'lost her balance'. This caused her to literally turn the other woman towards her again. As she straightened herself somewhat, she looked up at the duo with a crazed grin as mischief gleamed in her eyes. Or were those just the glazed eyes of a drunkard?<br/><br/>Reaching up and over, she snatched and quickly removed the man's wig before holding it up above her head victoriously and waving it around in a fit of gleeful giggles. To the woman, and anyone close enough for her to invade their personal spaces, she laughed madly and showed off her newest prize. "Look! Look, I gotted it!" She attempted to jump excitedly but this only resulted in her stumbling around and into others.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Cliche used: High-Tolerance (for alcohol), Rum-Guzzling, First Mate (4)<br/>Roll Result: Myobi rolled: 4d6<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 3, 5, 4, 1,<br/>Total: 13<br/>