Head to bed...

"Yes, indeed. And this chicken is ready to hit the coop." Kyle shook his head. "That made no damn sense. I mean I'm about to pass the fuck out."
"Nice mouth."
"Sorry."
"I'm fucking kidding, Kyle." she laughed, and put the bottle of whiskey back in the liquor cabinet. "Have a good night."
Beth wobbled her way up the stairs towards her bedroom, before suddenly making a detour to vomit in the toilet for a few minutes. She had definitely passed her limit. After brushing her teeth and splashing some water on her face, she tottered into the bedroom and shucked her clothes, slipping naked into the bed and passing out almost immediately.