Drink, drank, drunk.
Bloodshot eyes, blurred vision, I stumbled through the laser light-lit room, tripping over several shoes and broken glass. Where is it, where is that blasted thing, I think slowly, dimly, to myself. Alas, it’s too late, as I vomited where I stood, glamorously avoiding my feragamos, before wiping my mouth with the back of my
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