Pansy sniffed again. 'You say the nicest things!' she told Cass quite seriously. Trying to stand on her toetips, she wobbled as she planted a wet kiss on his chin. 'Ooops!' she giggled. 'Not like Mr. Minky Mcsteanie Git!' she told him. She frowned. That hadn't sounded right.... 'You know,' she told Cass. 'Him!' She waved her hand vaguely.
She found herself walking away from the bar. 'Oh, but they have such pretty liquids!' she protested with a pout. Suddenly she stopped. 'Oh, I don't feel so good....' she moaned in alarm. Last time she'd felt this bad, she'd been pregnant.
The horror of that thought cleared some of the fumes from her brain and the floor stopped rolling underfoot. Pansy took a breath, feeling a little better. 'False alarm,' she said a little weakly.