Jester~ (F, Tiefling Cleric, Lit/srp): "Oh my Gaaaaaaahd." Jester sighs dramatically, arms outstretched as she wobbles her way through the narrow door-way of the girls' room. She takes overly careful steps, placing one booted foot in front of the other, with tipsy grace. Eventually, she reaches her bed, still strewn with clothes and items, and flops facefirst into it with another exhalation. "What a DAY. I think I still have Toad Ewwey under my fingernails." She proclaimes, voice muffled by the bedding.
Beauregard (Critical Role): Beau feels her head pounding as her vision blurs with every shaky step she takes behind Jester. She sways and has to grip her staff jut to keep herself from falling flat on her face. "We're so shitfaced," the young woman laughs, hickuping drunkenly. Her final steps toward her bed are taken quickly just so she can get it over with, practically launching herself at her unmade bed. "Fuck..." Beau's filled with almost instant regret as nausea washes over her from the sudden movement. "That wasn't a good idea."
Jester~ (F, Tiefling Cleric, Lit/srp): Jester's reply comes as a muffled giggle, then a heady "Who-oah!" as she turns herself about unevenly, and ends up, head upside-down and hanging over the edge of her own bed. "Speaking of bad ideas..." She giggles again, even as her cheeks turn a deeper blue. She leans back up, and begins fidgeting with her boot, fairly battling to get it off, before flopping back again. "Beau - are you alright? Pleeez don't puke Beau. Can you help me? Beaaaauuuuu!" She finishes with a whine, yanking at her boot again, barely giving the other girl a chance to respond.
Beauregard (Critical Role): Her eyes close for a moment and she takes a few deep breaths to steady herself. She opens her eyes again a moment later to watch Jester dangle over the edge of her bed. She wonders, a little impressed how she can do that without vomiting up her days worth of food. "You ask me not to vom and then want me to get up to help you?" Beau mutters more to herself than the girl across from her. "...Fine." She relents after a few seconds, making her way to her feet once more.
Jester~ (F, Tiefling Cleric, Lit/srp): "Pleeease?" Jester offers a sickly-sweet smile, before clambering around, sitting up and adjusting the neckline of her shirt, which at this point hangs so far open that it seems a token gesture. She reaches out one booted leg with another giggle. "You're the beeeest friend ever!" A second later, her hands rove the bed, searching for something.
Beauregard (Critical Role): Beau suddenly feels nauseous again, but whether or not it was the grin on Jester's face or the copious amounts of alcohol coursing through her system, she didn't know. "Right..." She grumbles again, grabbing a hold of Jester's boot and tugging it off with ease. She debates if she should just toss the shoe to the floor or throw it in Jester's face for a bit of petty revenge. She eventually decides on the former, moving to take off her other boot as well.