I was more than a little buzzed after that second cosmopolitan- I was shocked that it hit so hard, but then again, we hadn't eaten anything all day. Did Greta make these a double? No, she replied, giggling. I looked up at her, and saw that Greta was nodding to the waiter, and before I knew it, a third cosmopolitan sat before me.

There's another toast, Nesime gives it, since he has a drink now as well, stating thankfulness that VonKramer is out of the picture. I give a friendly smile, sipping. This is followed by another toast, from Greta this time, something about California. I smile with a nod, completly missing the reference, sipping again. Narmer comes back lovely exports from California, and there is a third toast. I smile with slight confusion- did he mean Greta? Oh well, sipping again. Greta raises her glass. I frown- good God- what is left to toast!?

Soon later, I stared into the empty bottom of my third glass, blinking often as I tried to keep the room from spinning, totally oblivous to the other two people at the table, chatting away about something.

"Miss Baket?" Narmer asks, a strange tone to his voice.

"What?" I reply, but then correct myself as it came out quite rudely. "I mean, yes Nesime?" Greta giggles, sipping her drink.

"I asked if you're feeling alright, you look a bit... peakish." I stare back at him strangely. There are three of him, all fading in and out together like bright little ornaments on a mobile, twinkiling and dancing from the lights in the club. I reached out a little, thinking someplace in my messed up head that if I touch the right one, the other two will go away...

Luckily, common sense falls upon me right before my hands reach his face. I quickly cover my face with my hands, mortified by my indiscretion. Greta laughs louder. I frown at her... at one of her anyways, as she seems to have multiplied as well.

"I should be off," I announce. "I AM feeling a little under the weather this evening, must have been something in the courtroom air." I push my fourth cosmo towards Nesime. "Please stay and enjoy it as I beleive Greta already paid for the fourth, and I haven't touched it yet." I stand to leave, bracing myself on the back of the chair.

"Should someone walk her back?" Nesime asks Greta with a concerned look on his face.

"Do you need a hand?" she asks with sincerity.

"Oh, no," I reply, waving my hand. "I'll be fine. I'm not dat trunk." Even Nesime laughs at that one. I ignore the error and smile defiantly, grabbing my handbag.

"You two stay, I insist," I tell them. "The next musical act is just starting. I'll make it back fine. See? I'm doing better already. Good evening to you both. Lovely conversation."

I make it out of the club without problem, and back to the hotel alright. I am slightly embarrassed, however, of my condition. I can usually handle three drinks without a problem- it's the not eating business that did me in.

I make it back to my room and lock the door giggling. Such a silly evening.