"Thanks for understanding." she replied.

Graiai sighed, exhaling air laden with stress and nerve. This wasn't because two people are surrounding her, nor she had a slight buildup of anger still left within; she was thirsty, and she had to take an arduous walk between the tight spaces in the crowd to get to the refreshments so she could swallow an entire cup's worth of punch. 

But Graiai asserted herself to do it, and so she did. The girl stood, but not without leaving a reminder to Teenage da Vinci:

"Wait... or keep drawing if you can."

Graiai stepped a pace, swallowing a lump in her throat as she dared to venture into the crowd.

"H-h...h-here g-goes nothing."

A step, and a step, and another step, and suddenly she began running as fast as she can when by chance a direct path to the punch opened. In a few seconds she was there, and ignoring the commotion between a boy in trouble and a security guard nearby, Graiai took one big fucking gulp straight from the bowl. Only after she had drank the next 4 gulps did she realize the punch was bitter.

"Ehh... what?"

What?

"W-w-....hwat?"

Naw, shit.

"Iht thastses... funlnhy... I fweel fhunbny."

[i]35% mad

[color=ed1c24][b]WARNING: DRUNK[/b]
Any tiny bit of provocation will instantly induce rage!
Madness degradation halted![/color]

Rages so far: 0[/i]