If the Director weren't off playing baby-sitter, he could have been getting his ass kicked in round 2 of arm wrestling. Red made sure he knew that in a slurry voice message that he might find interesting. What was she slurring for? Hulks couldn't get drunk. At least, that's what Betty thought until she got her hands on some of those jello shots. She was sure, so sure that'd she'd never get to experience that feeling of drunkenness ever again, but there she was, throwing back jello like it was nothing and getting more friendly and blurry-eyed by the second. Of course, she had to keep eating them, otherwise the feeling didn't last for long. But she'd take it!
"Where were these when I needed 'em, huh?" she asked a random stranger. Betty leaned in and laughed. "Y'know how many o' these I coulda used after I realized this?" She held up her red hand and clucked her tongue. "I'll tell you what, though. I might not get many cute shoe options anymore, but this is the best damn thing that's ever happened to me. I ever tell you I died once?" Crumpling the small cup with her finger, Red tossed it in the trash and staggered to her feet and swayed to the refreshment table, leaving her tragedy left untold. Know what sounded better? Food. Red She-Hulk grabbed a plate and picked through the trays, and added a few more shots while she was at it.