“Faster, Fang, fasteeerrrr!!!” The increasing inebriation of Miss Skylark seeming to rob her not only of her inhibitions but with it any ability to recognise her environment with it, she had abandoned the confines of the dance club some time before in favour of living up to the latter portion of her name by mounting the young man who proved so loyal and long suffering as if he were some form of steed, and now seemed to thrust what was left of a bottle of tequila in front of them as she bayed for her buddy to move quicker and quicker. Though perhaps, she was overestimating her balance in this current moment.
“W-Wuuoooaaahhh!!!!” Seeming to show that as she thrashed and flailed and pushed further and further forward until her weight had shifted enough to send her spinning head over heels, those dark doe eyes widened for a second as the girl showed a rather significant absence of her usual grace and ended up with her back and portions below slapping into what was thankfully a rather forgiving earthen surface, and was left blinking for a moment in disbelief at the outcome.
“Aaahhhahahahahaa!!!!” Only too quickly seeming to see the comedy in her error of course, all she could do was cackle as she realized her new position and stretch out into it, before lifting that bottle back to her lips for a sip which was long since necessary really. I mean, at this rate she was going to pass out…