C'est la Vie by Jennifer Babcock for February 22, 2012

Flirt.

Meanwhile every one else in the room is watching her interact with something that’s not actually there. But what’s a little alcohol related psychosis between friends?

Somewhere across town, in another bar, another drunk is sitting there talking to no one saying “I know, I know”

I guess ‘Figment’ doesn’t have to be a purple dragon.

A wild Hare in your mind.

Hobson’s – er – Mona’s Choice.

“A six foot invisible rabbit.”

Speaking of which, my local theatre is performing the play “Harvey” next month. Can’t wait.

Could be worse, could be an 800-yard hedgehog.

In the third panel Mona seems to realize that something is very wrong. With any luck she’ll snap out of this. Unfortunately I’ve been wrong about these things before, so she might not.

This reminds me of a guy who I knew in college. At a party he got into a verbal fight with a stereo speaker and lost…

Wait! That isn’t Monsieur Smokey? I’ve been thinking she’s drunk, and as a result he’s pulling a Hobbes. Or rather, her eyes and/or brain are Hobbes-ifying him.

Can’t fool me, Harvey! —You’ve been reading these comments!

Folks, it’s a Pooka! OK?