*dumps more champagne into her glass and into yours, as well, completely overfilling them both (but the point of this excursion has been well established, so screw it)* I'll keep drinking and you'll tell me what it was like to be a boy, deal? First and most important question: was the sex better on the other side?
*grouses under her breath* I hate you for saying that. You're probably right, though, I can't see him—no, no no, we're not going there, shut up, Esther. *almost petulantly* Why do all of the nice guys have to go for other guys?
vacant
*blinks (that's a little harsh)* Oh. Oh, I guess... well, I've heard a lot of drugs can do that to you. Make you all (*twirls her fingers next to her head*) in the head.