Quite frankly, it was by some miracle that Kitty wasn't passed out. She had been so headstrong about not drinking, but then Wicked had this persuasive way about her that Kitty couldn't seem to beat. It was simultaneously amazing and annoying. That's why she couldn't be blamed for dancing with and keeping a very possessive and yet loathing grasp on a half-empty bottle of whiskey. Kitty didn't even like whiskey.
Flushed and barely able to keep her eyes completely opened--that's how sober she was--Kitty took a swig from her bottle and grimaced. "Do you wanna know who this reminds me of?" she asked with a loopy grin as she dangled the whiskey in front of her. "Pete Wisdom. He was grumpy--all the time. And would just stand there, you know, hating the world and say, 'I smoke all day eh heh heh'." The Russian accent was a tad off base (wrong Ex), but Kitty thought she had the scowl and other mannerisms down pat. It made her laugh. She then stared dazedly at the amber liquid before lowering the bottle and frowning at Rogue. "I'm hungry."