You grumble a bit as you look up at the blob, before he says "Sorry, Ms. Bells, you have to leave now. As wonderful as your continued patronage is, I don't want any more vomit on my floor. So if you could just let Hernandez here lead you to the door you can be on your way."
Buzz fading, you make one final effort to bring the blob into view. Your vision is still rather blurry, but you can make out the admittedly hazy outline of Matt, owner and bartender of Lonnie's Bar. Twisting your head a little, you next see the significantly more muscular figure of Hernandez in the process of pulling you off your stool, spilling your glass all over the floor.
As you groggily contemplate the disheartening situation of your wine, you are jerked back as Hernandez drags you to the door as Matt calls out "See you tomorrow Audrey, don't get in any trouble." You then suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, get dropped on the curb.
Well, shit. What now?
Status: Blind Drunk
Items: Purse, Car Keys, Phone, Wallet