The mist wasn't anything to do with being drunk. At least I didn't think it was. It was hard to tell. As it began to clear, swirling more thinly around me, I began to see hints of bushes, flashes of color through the mist that might be flowers.
“Sumto?”
“Wassit?” I spun around and the garden spun with me, flowers flashing by. I stamped one foot down to get my balance and stood there, concentrating on keeping upright.
“Sumto?”
The voice came from behind me so I slowly turned around. And there she was.
“Can you hear me?” She sounded urgent, concerned.
“'Causican.” I gave her a big grin, threw my arms wide, “Jess'ca!”
“Jocasta,” she stepped toward me, puzzled.
“Jecazta, 'sright! Hellow!”
Her pretty face creased into a frown as she stopped a couple of paces away. “You're drunk!”
It took me a while to formulate a reply. “I am,” I told her at last. “V'ry v'ry drunk. Bu' ish nomifalt.”
She blinked a couple of times, shaking her head. “It's what?”
“No mi faul'”
She shook her head, disbelieving her senses. Did she have senses? In a dream? I stared blearily about, staggered a step. Maybe in an illusory place you had illusory senses. That triggered a thought and I tried to explain it at once. “Of cau'se, iyusyryspefam!”
“What?! Sumto! Did they do this to you? How… why are you drunk?!”
“Drugz,” I swayed a bit but caught my balance. “Gimmi drugz.”
“What?! You want drugs?!”
I shook my head violently, lost my balance and fell over. As I lay on the ground looking up at her and trying to stand she faded a little, turning her head and said, “To hell with this, I'm getting him out of there.”
Someone answered her, it was just a sound, nothing I could understand, recognizably a voice but nothing more. She turned back and looked at me. “I'm coming for you.”
I giggled. “B'beddafwimmi,” this struck me as unspeakably funny and I laughed like a drunk.
She shook her head and moved away without moving, or so it seemed, I could hardly see for laughing, then the garden was gone.