"Bitch please, I am fabulous," he slurred.

"Oh geez, she's right. You did spill some on you," Dillon said as she took a closer look. "We should put you to bed. Here just let me..." Dillon said as she reached for the glass in his hand, but he quickly, but clumsily jerked it away from her and spilled even more on himself. 

"NEIN!" he protested before nearly falling off the counter and onto the floor. 

Dillon had a minor panic attack as she prepared to catch him. "Oh Christ."

"Where the hell is that jacuzzi? Oh! Or maybe the Infinity Pool! That looks nice! Hey, Dill Pickle."

"Wha-Wait, What'd you call me?"

"Dill Pickle, I think," Adrian slurred before breaking out into a fit of drunken laughter. "C'mere, we're goin' for a swim. Then we're gonna play some pool. Then we're gonna watch 'The Tiger King.' Yo, you," he pointed at Lydia, "Ms. Pretty Eyes, you're comin' too."