Drunk
Loki: It is time for your Latin lessons.
Rachel: *burps* O-okay. *Sits down at desk, nearly missing the chair*
Loki: Dies.
Rachel: What? *hiccups* Who died?
Loki: *raises eyebrow* Qui?
Rachel: Yeah, who!
Loki: Good, bellum?
Rachel: *Vurps* Excuse me there, umm war.
Loki: Good, good, malus?
Rachel: YOU ARE! *Points at wall*
Loki: *Looks back at wall* Okay…..but yes I am. Rex?
Rachel: *Laughs hysterically* Not you!
Loki: *Slams hands on desk* Are you what the Midgardians call drunk?
Rachel: *Looks around* You-you talking *burps* to me?
Loki: *Waves hand in front of face, rather disturbed* Shit!
What did you have? I think you are, lessons are over now I think.
Rachel: *Attempts to get up out of seat but falls off* Weeeeee! *Laughs hysterically*
Loki: *Rubs eyes frustrated* That's the last time we go out and celebrate.
Key: Dies=day Rex=king
Qui=who Vurps=Combination of burping and vomiting.
Bellum=war
Malus=bad
