Anybody passing would either think Joanna was a bum or a crazy person. It was understandable. Not many other categories of people would sit outside on a park bench in the freezing cold, vodka bottle in hand and laughing hysterically at a squirrel who was oh-so-innocently trying to eat a pizza crust. Bum...crazy person...yeah, that seemed to fit. Joanna was actually quite surprised that nobody had called the police on her yet. She'd been skipping around the residential areas, taking a generous swig from the bottle every now and again, and stopping every few minutes to regain balance. Now, she'd thought it was best to sit down before she puked. It'd happen eventually. Maybe in the morning. For now, she was just enjoying herself and trying to make friends with a very confused squirrel.

"Oh come on, buddy, lets shake on it, yeah?" she said, her words slurring. Giggling, she held a large hand out to the squirrel, who stared for a moment, then looked away disinterested. Joanna gave a little pout, sat back on the bench, and took another swig of vodka, wrinkling up her nose after she did so. Why people drank this stuff, including her, was mind-boggling. The taste was a foul one, like rubbing alcohol, and it burned her throat. But the burning sensation was coming a bit less now, and quite honestly, she wasn't caring too much. Why was she drinking in the first place? Gah...Joanna couldn't remember. Wait, scratch that. People'd been egging her on about it for weeks now, and she decided to give it a go on her own. If she was going to make herself look like a complete idiot, best do it on her own time. Not in front of others. They'd probably record the whole incident and put it on YouTube, and that was something she definitely didn't need.

"One more year to go, and I can do this in public!" she yelled in the empty park, and taking a huge swig from the Smirnoff bottle that was clutched in her hand. Her eyes looked back at the squirrel, and she chuckled. "You sure you don't want to be my friend, buddy?" she asked the squirrel again. He ran up a tree, and Joanna pouted again, sticking out her tongue. "I have imaginary friends, I don't need you!" Leaning back against the bench, she yawned and half-heartedly rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. Somebody fun hopefully would come along soon.