Suffocating had just been one of Jubilee's many problems at the moment. Reaching to rub her face while her forehead was still being intimate with the table, she managed smudge her eye make-up even more so that her cheek was now a decidedly non-attractive film of charcoal.
"Water," she mumbled as she raised her head so that it was now being propped up by her chin. She knew that her hair was probably a rat's nest and her face was like Frankenstein's monsters, but not really caring now. What she really wanted now, was some water, 'please' and 'thank you' be damned. They were extra words, and could be spoken at any later time.
Would it be inappropriate to want more alcohol right now, to pad this a bit? she wondered briefly, squinting her eyes and not really watching anyone in particular, but her eyes were drawn naturally to the bright red of Jean's hair. It was a nice patch of colour.