Karaiyah rolled her eyes, clinking her glass against him before beginning to drink. It started out fun, with her laughing and being a little tipsy and having a great time. It slowly rolled into a forgotten number of drinks, her vision and movement swayed while her words practically vomited out of her lips, hardly being intelligible. Though her smile never faltered, it did grow a little crooked. 
"Miiitch. Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitchhhh. Haha, your name kinda sounds like bitch. Bitch Mitch." She snorted, dropping down yet another empty shot glass and earning a raised eyebrow from the bartender. "You're nooot a bitch though, you're actually kinda nice. Nice Mitch." Her eyebrows furrowed, and she went to stand. "Shiiit!" She half-yelled, arms pinwheeling as she started to fall.