Tanya kept smiling as her teammate spoke but almost fell over when she was nudged. Quickly turning her head around, she snapped, "Hey, I have no balance!" Then she took another sip of her 'bacteria and vomit' bringing bottle. "But fine, we can be quick." If nothing else, she could ditch Khanna and keep drinking.
She took one step forward before stopping and completely turning around. "Ah! Here, take this. It's a little empty book so we can take notes on people," she explained while pulling the book out of her chest. "I would write in it myself but I still have enough knowledge to know that the words would come out as scribbles... after all, my scholarly skill doesn't leave me when I'm drunk!" Tanya laughed at her own joke and turned back around, walking into the bar. Literally. She face planted the door to the bar.
Moaning, Tanya lifted her free hand to her forehead. It reminded her of her first entrance into CIA. Except this time she remembered how she got there. After a few seconds of pain, she finally pulled the door wide open and walked bravely into the bar.
And then she fell. Just like before. And, also just like before, she didn't have enough time to brace her fall and instead took the full impact. Laughing, Tanya rolled over onto her back. "Haaaaaa I don't know if I need more to dri—owwwwww my head hurtsssss." Like always, just about the entire bar was staring at her. Except instead of staring at her because she was the hottest person there, they were staring at her because she was, well, so drunk. Of course, that didn't mean that eyes weren't wandering around her body and resting in certain areas...