[OOC: We might actually be having lesser characters than need be to keep this role play eventful. I'll probably come up with another character... Maybe now, or later. ]
Chloe laughed pleasantly.
"Religious strength then?"
It was quite an opinionated remark, to immediately associate a Priest with religion, but Chloe made this remark as a joke - and might not actually be wrong about it. How Mary took to this remark was another matter altogether. That is, when compared to the young Phoenician's diverted attention.
It was the Phoenician that she had seen earlier.
"So, alcohol not only makes your head spin, but also downsizes it?"
As she said that, she took a quick gulp from her cup, downing a quarter of it in one shot. She didn't have any clear explanation as to why she did that, but her vision was starting to blur - and multiply.
But it didn't stop her from getting up, and staggering forward in what felt like normal movement, but really was drunken motion, towards the Phoenician.
It would appear the extent of the alcohol had also reached her speech as well, even though her mind was still, to her, as lucid as can be.
"I-uh... Hope 'chu won't mind 'e sitting down."
She quickly pulls out a seat and falls on it with a thump, her wings stretching into a comfortable position as she did.
"OH! Mary," Chloe suddenly exclaimed, her grin easily giving away her drunkenness. "Why, come over, friend!"