It eventually lost its flavor and Thalia was simply drinking for the sake of drinking to get drunk. She knew she had flown pass that line, her senses slowed like dripping molasses, and well her extra sense, the Force, she was certainly feeling all sorts of weird things now. So as the rest of her body slowed, her instinct felt like someone turning the knob of a radio back and forth without a destination. In some way, she thought it felt neat, she couldn't remember ever feeling as such, though she was certain, she had not had this much alcohol before.
She had finished off one bottle, and when she ordered the second, the bar tender informed her she needed to stop. Of course she did not listen, left her blaster on the counter and continued to drink; he did inform he called someone to come get her and tried to pick up on what was causing her to act as such. She was not a stranger to this place and it was unusual behavior for the young rookie ranger.
Thalia did not enlighten him with any additional information; she felt it redundant to speak what she was thinking at the moment, no purpose in telling something that no one here would seem to understand. Or it was a reason so pathetic it would elicit pity from those who sat around her; Thalia threw back a shot, rubbing the healing stitches that now itched more than they ached. The bar tender said something about her superiors and Thalia scoffed.
"The wordst can't do any'ore worsed." she slurred and took another drink.
@Raydo