Borscht belched, one hand gripping her beer mug, the other hanging around Oyster’s neck.
Borscht
Have a—drink! BURP—
Oyster
Let me go!!!
Borscht
Oyster! Have a drink~ Come and drink with me!
Obviously intoxicated, Borscht’s beer-breath was suffocating as she pestered Oyster to drink with her.
While Borscht was engaged in her one-gal-party, there was a knock at the back door of the Desire Bar. After a bit of a struggling, Oyster finally freed himself from Borscht’s grasp and went to open the door
Spaghetti
What took so long?
Borscht
Stinky men! Men are liars! BURP—all of ‘em! Liars! You two are liars, too! BLURGH!
The two men stood at the doorway, watching with confusion as Borscht released another series of burps.
Oyster
Hm. Borscht is trashed.
Spaghetti
Tsk!
Borscht
BURP—Oyster!! Spaghetti’s a liar! Liar, ya hear?! Don’t listen to ‘em! Don’t mess around with ‘em! Come and have a drink with big sis over here!
Spaghetti
...Uh.
Oyster
...Whoa!!
Borscht
BURP—Zzzz—Zzzz—
Oyster
...She’s... asleep?
Spaghetti
Forget it, I’ll come back tomorrow.
Oyster
Spaghetti! You can just tell me!
Spaghetti
Not yet.
Fists clenched tightly, Oyster watched as Spaghetti walked away. After some time, he slammed his fist into the wall viciously.