"If messy is another word for someone who can hold their drink, then yes I am a Messy drinker!" Zoe bellowed. "Bartender, I need 3 more drinks for myself ASAP! The queen of the Liberty navy demands it!" it was evident she was drunk mow her speech wwas slurred and she was swaying back and forth.
The Bartender looked really pissed off with Zoe, though he didn't care, as long as he got his pay at the end of the day.
He came to the table and placed Zoe's 3 drinks in front of her before muttering something under hus breath and then subsequently leaving.
Zoe then began to down her fifth beer.