[ Even the bartender seems to agree with that, and being torn between the request of a Wildcard and the Suggestion of a king, he doesn't seem to know what to do. Yor turns, rotating on her butt on the barstool, to look at Scott with wobbly, tearful eyes. It might be sad if it weren't kinda funny. This is a drunk person's over-the-top sadness. ]

You're a teacher? You must know what it's like, then... aren't you worried about your students while you're here??

[ She clutches her hands in front of her chest, her forearms pressing against her boobs, which are way too large for the bikini top she's wearing. ]

What are we going to do? We're trapping here, aren't we?? I need wine for this! Not water!!