Fred just moved back and stared. Drunken leprechauns were just so..weird. She'd dealt with so many things in her relatively short life, but this was just...weird.
"They're drunk." It was stating the obvious, but...they were drunk! Drunk leprechauns were singing in their barely dressed state. She stepped back, far enough so that she was leaning lightly against him. He was real. Drunken leprechauns were not. No, they were not. "Lucky would be so ashamed. unless that's why he keeps eating the cereal. Maybe Lucky's got a habit, though drinking doesn't really give people the munchies does it? No..."
"What do we do?" Her voice dropped; pissed off drunken leprechauns seemed like a bad idea.