Two Eyes Cenote it ain't a man's game

Redbird had lost her mind when that last drink passed her lips. She could barely walk straight at this point, and staggered among the others without a care; oblivious to those she elbowed out of the way, or what she yelled as she inserted herself in to many conversations.
Eventually the chaos of the celebration spat her out beneath the stars. She thought she saw someone else out here with her - blurry, sure, and maybe there were three or four, but either way it was better than being alone.
Ayy! Bring a bitch a drink! She shouted, stumbled, and then vomited all over the dirt and herself; afterwards as she licked bile off her chin with a burp, she was laughing (crying?) and had forgotten why she'd come out here to begin with.