Just a bit

Ariel plonks herself beside some shady looking guy, and asks for a drink. Double Vodka Shot, they bar tender looks her up and down contemplating.
He asks for I.D She hands it over, stating her full 22 years of life under her minute waist. She takes down the shot heavy handidly. She orders another.

She blinks trying to clear her eyes from blurring. 7th shot now. She begins to feel a bit dizzy as she goes to stand up, falling back down onto the floor. She giggles to herself, looking around for someone to talk to.

Finding no one, she puts on her neon jacket and goes to find a chair somewhere. On the arrival of the conclusion no chairs in the bar. She goes to sit on the floor. She falls ungracfully giggling to herself and murmering things, wondering where all her friends have gone...