Oh no.. alcohol.. Dolly knew she couldn't withstand the strong effects of the liquid. But she didn't want to seem ungrateful or like she couldn't drink it. 
She placed the bottle to her lips. 

A few seconds later, she was almost drunk. Or at least she thought she was. She wasn't violent or anything, but Dirk noticing her in this hyper vunerable state would not do her much good. Especially since she was touching herself under the table. 

She was a very talkative drunk. Her eyes roamed the room. "Oh wauw, there's ducks everywhere. But why.. *burp* why are their penises so big?"

She took off her hoodie and started waving it through the room to catch one of the ducks. By the time she noticed that she wasn't the only one in the room, she also noticed she'd been screaming "F-Duck"(with a silent D) through the apartment. Regardless, she started playing with her boobs. "Whee, shakey shakey, milk! Whee, shakey shakey..."