You've known Angela since you moved into L.A.'s Chinatown. Deciding to go into town for the day to relax, you two ended up deciding to stop at a bar.

A few pints in and she's plastered. Her face is flushed and red from it as well.

"Life is not...* * ...hic... ...fair..." She groans, hiccuping from the alcohol.

"Everyone else got their boobies going through -hic- puberty!" She declares angrily, setting down her pint mug of beer.

"But nOoOoO-! I gotta be stuck with a -hic- small rack! It's bullshit...!"

She puts, looking at you after realizing what she said.

"And- my chest is NOT small, dammit! It's... ...hic... medium! Normal sized!"

Without bothering to check up on your opinion on the matter, she sets down her pint mug of beer in the counter, freeing her hands and clinging onto your arm with a drunken ferocity.

"Even an idiot like you inderstands that...! Hmph!"

She smiles in satisfaction, thinking that you just totally agree with that, pouting upwards in a way.