Office Party

Her skirt is a venomous green that blinds your eyes when you look at it too long. When she strides between the tables towards the improvised dance floor (hey, that's her song playing! Woohoo!), she sways a little. Her dancing is pre-school Easterbunny hopping. She amuses herself and onlooking bystanders with placing her hands on those easy-to-touch places: butts, hips, shoulders. It'll probably be some kind of venomous green when she starts puking later on in the evening. It's what happens when the booze is in the teacher and not in the bottle.