Kettle squeezed her eyes shut. It had been... an unknown number of hours since she'd downed the spoiled soothbrew, and her discomfort had yet to abate. So too had her hallucinations persisted. Why, oh why, had she not checked the quality of her ingredients? This was why one mustn't barter with unknown migrant merchants. Panting, she fought the urge to retch and fixed one pupil on the bottle. "Say something," she croaked. The lady ug within skittered around in a circle. "C'mon," she said, "say something. You wouldn't shut up earlier." The ladybug remained silent, and for a moment her spirits lifted--maybe the effects were passing, and she'd feel herself again. Then, a tinny, peeping voice spoke up. "Say, did I ever tell you the story of the time I fought a tadpole?" She groaned. At least a few hours still to go. #inktober #intoxication #inktober2017 #art #mighthavehadabeer #ortwo #drinkresponsibly #illustration