"'M fiiine!" Beatrid said, waving her hand at Jack, though she was far from fine. She was wasted. "Ain't gonna let some prissy noble beat me at--"
She stopped abruptly, the wheels in her head slowly turning, and then let out a snarled, "Fuuuck," and rose to her feet unsteadily, nearly knocking over Adelaide in the process. She had to grip the side of the table to keep her balance. "I gotta piss like a horse."