[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Okay, so, like..." Tsaerri is finding herself oddly talkative on the walk back to her home. "Like, why do we even have a queen, anyway? What is she good for? Making speeches? I could do that. Watch."

Clearing her throat loudly, Tsae pitches her already-high voice into a scratchy falsetto. "Denish -- *ahem* Denizens of Divinity's Reach! -- Wow, that's hard to say! -- I, your precious Queen Jennah, would like to issue a royal ploclur, er, procular, proclamation! From this day forward, I shall be banning the wearing of footwear within the city! Good day!"

Pausing to take another swig of the wine, she continues in her normal voice, "But okay, seriously, what is with the whole not wearing shoes thing? No way you're telling me that isn't someone's fetish. Honestly it's just kind of embarrassing that she's representing our country like that. Though, I guess the other races are kinda meh about shoes to begin with. Isn't that weird? Asura have really weird feet, you ever notice that? Hey." She punches Syrgei lightly on the arm to get his attention. "Have you seriously never tried this stuff?" She gesticulates vaguely with the bottle at him. "They put, like," *drink* "drugs in it, or something. Narcolepticals. Wait, is that it? No, that sounds like sleepy popsicles... uh... narcotics! That's the word!"

Suddenly remembering the predicament she was in before she started drinking, the mesmer stops walking, looking aghast and clutching at his sleeve. "I think... dude, I think I might be really drunk right now. I hope I'm acting normal. Am I acting normal? I'm supposed to be being super cautious. Oh-oh goddess, I'm ruining everything, aren't I?" Distressed tears begin welling in her eyes.