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Cleaned up? Clean was good. But... but that... that meant... that meant going away from the drink. No. No no no, that was not happening. With what she was certain was a mighty heave (but was, in reality, more of an awkward sideways slump) Alice tried to pull herself from the Frenchwoman's guiding grip. "No! Oi dinnae wan'na go! Oi'm no' done 'et! Noooooooo-!" Okay. Perhaps she was acting like a child, But Alice was too far gone to give a bloody fuck about anything like that. She wanted her booze, and nothing but her booze, and she wanted it now. She wanted to drink until she couldn't think, and that hadn't happened yet, therefore she was anywhere but done. She determinedly reached for her glass - but, unfortunately, went for the one on the left instead of the middle. Which, given her current state of inebriation, meant she went for a glass that wasn't there, and flailing her hand about for it only managed to send the actual glass crashing to the floor. Oh, bugger all. This week was really not her week...