"Something aboot a party? I wanna go to a party... let's go to a party?"

Jacquie just shook her head. Billy never listened to her. It was so typical of him. "I can barely walk, and you want to go to a party? When will you e'er listen to me? And what sort ov party are we going to go too? Do you zhink zhey jus' 'old dem anywhere? And I wasn't talking about a party. I was talking about Elf. You never listen too me."

"Ov course we are. Ah think... though, we did some things we shouldn't have right?"

Jacquie shook her head. "Well if that iz zhe opinion you are going to take, I am not sure I want to talk to you anymore. Regret is so passe Billy, get over it." And he really did look spastic. Because he was spastic. or so Jacquie was thinking right now anyway.

"I wiiiiin, did you wiiiin? Because I did, Jac-Jac-Jacquie!"

Jacquie had taken her shot, but Billy had beaten her. In all fairness, Jacquie was not a drinker. And now she was being squished. "Billy! Billy I need to breathe! And yes, you won. Now what do you want me to do?" This was not exactly something she was looking forward to. It could be fun, but then her and Billy obviously had very different definitions of fun.