One Night in Tokyo...

Jessica heard the question and paused. And paused. And paused. She clamped down on the table to try and keep her from swaying. The darkness was coming in and there was no use fighting it for much longer. She just wanted to outlast Josey. She had to win. The desire to get one over on Josey filled her. "Y-yes.... but I am not as think as you drunk I am..." Jessica teetered forward and then her head crashed into the table. That jolted her awake and Jessica sat up and did her best to try and be sober.

"You...y-y-you.....are drunk." Jessica stuttered and pointed at Josey, getting pretty close to her ample chest. She wouldn't have minded getting to know Josey in that sense, especially in the state she was in. But that would be later, if at all. Jessica smiled giddily and wavered a little more. Hold out, Jessica, you can win.

It was clear that the situation for the two of them had simply boiled down now to who could remain focused long enough not to pass out, each of them having downed a bottle and a half at the very least. Now it was just a battle of stubbornness and willpower. The cowgirl would let out a laugh at the words Jessica let out as her head teetered forward and then crashed into the table.

The laugh Josey got into sent her reeling backwards and with it crashing down onto her back as she had shot herself and stool out, however she quickly scrambled back up with a rather ungraceful set of movements. When she was back up she would look on at Jessica was a serious look on her face. " I...You...hhmmm." She let out as she would attempt to then reach out with her hand and pat Jessica's head roughly. " You...'r...tha druuunk.."

Jessica's eyes went wide as Josey patted her hand. It was more like banging it than patting it, but still the gesture was still nice. Hmm. Maybe she could get her number from somewhere and they would almost certainly fuck. But that was a matter for another time. All she focused on now was the cowgirl that was standing up. "Your tits are..." The Violent Violet reached over and gave Josey's buxom chest a soft pat, the same way Josey patted her head.

Then her head lolled back and her eyes closed. This was the final stretch. She was only going to be a wake for a little bit longer and she knew that. The alcohol was taking over now and she was going to succumb to it soon. Jessica furrowed her brow and tried to stay up for a little while longer. 1-2 wasn't a good prospect.

After Josey pat the girl's head she would slump back down into her chair, nodding her head a bit...nodding of for but a second each time she did so. It wasn't even a matter of win or lose, it was just about stubbornness, after beating up the purple haired girl in the brawl there was little chance that she'd allow the cocky chick to just claim to be a better drinker than her, especially not when the cowgirl had the most to drink.

As she watched the girl lol her head back like that Josey would fold her arms against the table, leaning forward as she placed her chin over those arms. Eying Jessica's chest as she did, the girl was quite attractive to say the least. " Mah tits'r grat.." the cowgirl slurred out as she would nod her head what little she could do.

Jessica teetered in her chair a little bit. She swayed to and fro, desperately trying to keep her legs on the ground. The Violent Violet nodded at Josey's statement. Her tits were great. Nice and bouncy looking. Even a blind drunk Jessica could see that. Jessica clamped on to the table, desperately trying to remain awake. The girl was pervicacious, everyone in the world knew that. But she had had a lot to drink.

The Violent Violet eased off the table and fell down to the floor. She splayed out as she crashed into the ground and closed her eyes. "Fuck." It was all she could think of at the moment. It was all she needed to say.

Josey eyes started to slowly fall shut...until there was a loud thud and what followed was Jessica letting out those words. The cowgirl rose her head up and would look down over towards the opposite side of the table, looking over to check upon the Violent violet, she'd tilt her head and then ask.

" You okay're ? " the cowgirl slurred out as she'd grab onto the table for support in order to keep herself upright and to not fall over onto her side, herself.

Jessica rolled over on her side. She was feeling bad and probably looking worse. After the fight she had given up all pretenses of social courtesy but she didn't want to throw up on the floor. Jessica tried to get up and then crashed down to the ground. The Violent Violet picked herself up and concentrated a little bit harder on stumbling towards the bathroom. She made it to a toilet in just enough time to lose her dinner.

She emerged from the ladies' room a little light headed and pretty defeated. "I think I should head home."

The drunken cowgirl looked on as her drinking partner stumbled around back and forth as she made her way towards the bathroom, after a short while she came back out towards the blond Texan and let out those words.

Josey would nod her head and lul back a bit, " We...wii...weh suld split a cab." Josey let out as she pushed herself up towards her feet, shaking her head a bit to make the spinning a bit less of a spin and more of normality.

Jessica teetered to the left, and then to the right. She wasn't feeling as drunk as she could be, but still, this wasn't exactly ideal. But hell, it sounded like she might have made a friend. A fucked up cowgirl of a friend but still a friend. She usually hated people who could beat her but maybe it was the liquor talking: "Yeah, that sounds gr-gr-great..."

The Violent Violet headed out the door. She had caused a considerable amount of damage to the place. But whatever. It wasn't something she couldn't pay for. As if she would pay for it. Jessica didn't hold the door open for her Texan friend- the girl would have taken it for an insult anyways.

Josey rose up towards her feet and began to move after the Violet haired Jessica, stumbling around here and there, the world swayed a bit from left to right which of course made it a bit difficult to keep a hold of her footing, but it wasn't a herculean task by any means. It was simply a bit of extra care to each step one took. After Josey had grabbed her coat and hat the beautiful cowgirl moved after Jessica, almost getting a door slammed into her face if her foot hadn't caught it before it smacked into her face.

Though she didn't mind it as she simply nudged it back open with a light kick of her foot. After which she and Jessica headed out to try and hail a cab in the middle of night...at some random dive bar in some Tokyo alleyway. Sounded like an easy task.... " W-wherestha rode agan ? "