>>10387621>"Have I ever been in a *what*?" Colby giggles as one of many different possibilities of what Amy just meant run through her drunken mind. She's heard of Lamborghinis, of course, but in her world they're no more the sort of thing that she or anybody she knows could be expected to own than a fighter jet. Finally it dawns on her.
>"Oh. Y-You mean you HAVE one! No, I've never been! A-are you good to drive? Can we..... um, I mean....."As they start towards the door, Colby's eyes fall upon one of the pictures of the ugly Chinese caricature of herself that Miss USA scattered through the crowd. In a fit of impotent rage, she picks it up and crumples it into a ball.
>"HEY, MISS USA! YOU SUCK!"Miss USA hears her name and perks up just as Colby throws the wadded up paper. Unfortunately, she throws like a clod even when she's NOT drunk, and the paper falls about two feet short and five feet off to the side of even touching Miss USA, which only makes Colby seethe more.
But when Amy touches her shoulder to begin guiding her away, Colby's anger dissipates in an instant.
