"Falling? Who's falling? I'm upright like a freakin' piano, cool your jets. I've been drinking since before you even got here." That simile was horrible. The vodka's even starting to effect her verbal abilities. She takes her feet off his lap and scrambles up the bar to sit next to his bottle, facing him with the advantage of being able to look down at him now. Less likely to fall back if she doesn't have to keep looking up! Ha. Logic.

"I don't know what you're talking about, babycakes, I'm still awesome. Just ask--" Ha ... haha, wow. Forget the shot glass, she just takes a swig right out of the bottle. Get drunk faster! Stop thinking about it. Stop right now.

"Hey, tell me something. Has that Castiel guy always been this weird?"