“Look what the cat drug in,” she giggled. Simon smiled a lazy, drunken smile.
“Hi,” he said. “Waash ya doin’, mei mei?”
“I’m waiting for Jayne to bring you home, ge ge,” she laughed, slipping an arm around her brother. “You seem to have met a drink you liked.”
“Good shuff,” Simon said firmly, though slurred. “Need to gesh shome more.”
“Think you’ve had enough for tonight, Doc,” Jayne pointed out.
-- The Last Spartan – Chapter Six by badkarma00