Gabriel, definitely.

I scrunch my bleary eyes close and open them again, my blurred sight can't decide where to focus to not and Terrance fades into and out of sight a dozen times a minute. From what i can see he seems to be laughing, but i can't really tell anymore. He begins to pack away the cards, nearly shuffling them back into their cardboard pack and returning them to his rucksack. His bottle of rum however does not return, there wouldn't be much point, it is entirely empty apart from a milimetre or two of brown-black liquid; what's probably worse is that i've drunk most of it.

"You're not a heavy drinker are you?" Terrance seems to shout, i wince at the noise.

I mutter something along the lines of "ma'bbe i shul' go to..." and drag myself onto my beg, the duvet slips and i fall soundly onto my backside. Which only causes Terrance to laugh harder and a sharp pain in my head. This time i drag myself up by the Duvet and pull my inebriated body onto the bed.

I close my eyes and groan, then i try to open them again but i don't have the strength.

This Probably wasn't the best idea.

I doze into a warm, alchol inspired doze.