Amanda eyed the short haired woman who approached her, before listening to the words she spoke. "You want to go home Dotty?" She asked confused, and a drunken smile crossed her face. "I just want to enjoy being free!" She said with a laugh, and twirl catching herself on the bar for balance... She had long ago ditched her heels, but she couldn't remember where.

"My apartment would be safe place for me to sleep, just wish I had someone to warm the pillow next to me... after we were done, wearing ourselves out." She said with a loud laugh, running a hand through her red curls to fluff them up. "You gonna take me home, Miss Officer?" She asked, trying to be sexy... but a hiccup that almost turned into more, ruined it.

"I'm so dizzy." She said sitting on the stool at the bar. Another hiccup, "Maybe I did drink too much." She said with another hiccup. "b-Bucket!" She said with another hiccup. When Dotty quickly provided a metal ice bucket, It was right on time. Amanda hugged the cool bucket and upchucked.

Another hiccup, "Maybe I shouldn't have twirled." She groaned, fight the urge to upchuck again as another hiccup came. After drinking a glass of water, and eating some crackers that dotty gave her. She let the officer guide her to the car. 

As the door shut Amanda was almost in tears, but instead of crying she had to focus on not puking as the car took off. "I'm such an idiot." She said with a small hiccup, as the woman helped her from the car. "Look at me, I'm pathetic." She said, the words rushed by another hiccup.

When the officer laid her down, her tiredness finally hit her. "Tell Dotty I'm sorry." She mumbled, as the officer helped her into the bunk. "I'm just an idiot who drank too much, among other things tonight." She added, with another hiccup. "I'm just so happy to be free to live, but also... I got this whole in my chest, and alcohol helps me forget about it." She grumbled, into the pillow... obviously seconds away from passing out.

The next memory Amanda had was her stomach lurching... [i]Thank god for buckets![/i] She thought, as the full effect of her night of partying finally started to catch up with her. It took her a second to collect herself, and remember where she was. "Fuck." She mumbled, "Oscar is going to be pissed if I miss work." She said her first thought on her job, which she did enjoy.

She stood from her bunk, with a groan. Fuck her head hurt. The throbbing pain in her temples made being conscious almost unbearable. "Hello! When can I leave, I have work at 9:30." She called from the bars, to the officer at the desk. "OI!" She tried again to get his attention. She sighed leaning in against the cold iron of the bars.