Reading between the lines, this actually happens all the time. Drunk, having a good time, being friendly and chatting up everyone at the bar. Then you get one of these gravity wells of misery, who pounce on you for "hitting" on them. Instant buzzkill. No no no, bitch, I'm being friendly, you're a fat cow, get over yourself. Then they get all haughty that they "rejected" you and you got mad. No no no, bitch, your ugly ass killed my buzz and you should be home crying in your doughnuts like the fat piece of shit you are, so I'm trying to do the thing. Its generally impossible to penetrate the reality distortion field of fat, booze, and antidepressants, unfortunately.