Nothing at all. After tossing back so many drinks, Arturia had begun to suspect herself that she'd become immune to the effects. It just wasn't hitting her. Not that she minded, in such an uncertain situation.
She hadn't taken them gradually, but virtually all at once the succession was so quick. And so too did disequilibrium come, all at once. Not that she noticed right away. It started with a gentle sway, a side-to-side rocking as she interacted with the other patrons and "Goldie" sitting a ways away from her.
Struck by what should've been an obvious revelation, Arturia paused from her merrymaking and stared at him a moment. Her eyes were distant, almost as if she were searching for the answer to an unasked question in his face. "You...have a point there. I used to be so open - not in the legs 'cause I'm not that kinda chick." Her lips curled into a hollowed out smirk. "Goldie you got a fair point. And I think you made a funny. That's a reference to how you hate walking like I said earlier. You're kinda funny. Not as funny as Park or the people back home, but not bad. So I'll tell you like usual. My name is," she stood, "Arturo Eminem Essomething-Something German-sounding," completing her introduction with a significantly less refined rendition of her usual curtsy.
In the midst of her bow, however, a familiar presence struck her. Presence? No, it's the feeling. Empathetically there were many like it, but none exactly so. And for as long as she'd been exploring herself, feelings from individuals regarding others, when strong enough, tended to leave distinct signatures.
Turning her head, she locked eyes with Ambrosius and her smile broadened. "Ambrosius! Or, I mean, 'Ambro!'" Then she looked back to her golden-haired companion. "Now we're gonna tag-team you," she giggled. "The advantage is mine...Oh, but I need to tag out because I'm so bad right now I don't wanna ruin her–my reputation.
"Ambrosius, come over here!" she shouted across the bar. "You have to meet...he won't tell me his name - hypocrite - but I'm calling him Goldie and we might be friends. Or not, he's kind of a pretentious asshole, but in a kinda charming way? So it depends on him. I think...I have to go to the bathroom. Wait here for me."
And on the power of her telekinesis, she lifted herself off the ground, off to seclusion in the restroom.
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