*yet again wishes she were drunk, too, because this whole sitting here and watching somebody else hurl up booze? totally not as funny stone-sober*
*gives a rather subdued shrug (good goddamn, you're a mess) and grips your shoulder in a brief, awkward attempt at comfort yeah, not her scene, either* Don't worry about it. *grimacing as she gingerly coaxes the bag away from you* Feel sorry for the pretzels. This leaks on my rug, I'm billing the cleaning to Bubbles.