C130 Am i really drunk

After opening the door and entering the room, Lisa kept mumbling to herself.

"Drink, dry."

"First love, fart, and sweetness. What kind of bullshit love is that? Don't be silly."

Then she laughed.

"Lisa, you're drunk." I said, and this time she looked back at me.

"Am I drunk?"

"Am I really drunk?"

"Am I really drunk?" She kept emphasizing these words.

"Yes, you're drunk." "No," I said