"S'not invisible," Marlene grumbled, lips pushing together in a proper pout. She was trying to follow his words, honest, but there were so many of them. It was hard to keep them sorted in her head. Frowning, she reached for the back of the bench, attempting to pull herself upright. It took a few tries, and she resembled an overturned turtle for the great majority of her efforts, but Marlene eventually got herself upright. "Ugh," she groaned. "Why's it so heavy." She uncapped the bottle and lifted it for another swig. In for a penny, in for a pound. She was already drunk, so what was the harm in getting even more drunk?
The vodka burned down her throat, and she let out a small cough. "Shitty night, shitty day, shitty friends," she countered, words bumbling along. "Why're you still here?"