That is quite clearly Brains, as she will hoover up all even vaguely edible spillages, explaining (with her mouth full) that she's not eaten for at least a week. She has a very flexible relationship with the truth when it comes to food.
I'd like to apologise to a patrons, gerbils, cats, capybara, red Pandas, Colin etc etc (and possibly even the neighbours) for Batshit's earlier seizure of the karaoke system, in particular her rendition of 'Who let the dogs out?'
It was my fault. Brains had promised not to feed her any more cocktails and said she'd look after her, so went about my day leaving them both in the bar. I came back to find that Brains had eaten all the scampi fries and half a box of Tunnocks. And she said that while she didn't allow Batshit any more cocktails, I hadn't banned Prosecco.
Gosie has unplugged the karaoke machine and hidden it, Batshit is sleeping it off next to the fire, and Brains is sulking, saying that it's not her fault, I should be clearer if I mean no more alcohol, and then looking smug because, oh, tomorrow will be such fun when Batshit wakes up, because there are photos.