This one time he was puking up blood, it was hilarious, Doesn't quite meet qualifications.

Shit. They really haven't had like, any fun have they?

"I don't know, uh. We used to know this guy who wore a lot of spandex, and a helmet everywhere?" She pulls the bottle out and takes a swig, considering, before offering it briefly in Sans' direction. She has no idea if he can even get drunk off normal alcohol. "Oh. Oh god, wait. You need to. You need to tell him you want to talk. In the shower. Tell him it's really important."