In Caroline’s defense - it had been a while since she had been properly drunk. She wasn’t even entirely sure Vampire’s could get drunk like humans could - but according to her (completely scientific) experiment tonight with alcohol, she came to the conclusion that maybe vampires couldn’t get drunk like humans could - but they sure as hell could get pretty close.

Close enough that her vision was somewhat blurred at this point - and whenever she spoke she knew it wouldn’t be hard for anyone to tell she’d had a lot of alcohol. In Mystic Falls, though, she liked to think she was pretty well known and no one was going to go dragging her through an alley - even if she was, possibly, entirely too drunk for her own good.

She was sitting at the mystic grill in a booth, her head in her hands and her fingers running through her hair. It may have seemed like she was upset from how she was holding herself (which she wasn’t) - but actually, she was just really, really drunk.

Caroline groaned to herself, and when someone passed by her she reached out to grab their arm, not 100% sure said person even worked here. “‘scuse me, can you get me some curly fries?"