Better not, more drinks sound good.

Shaking off the mild euphoria you are rescued by a trio of ultra happy young men that stroll along going on and on how easy it was to win at blackjack, "Haah, anyone with half a brain can count cards, easy money." You hear one announce as he passes you.

"Cool." You say a little more giddy now and make your way into the glittering casino. "Hi hot stuff." You catch yourself saying to a scantly clad drink girl as you step up to the roulette table.

"Can I get you something to drink? It's on the house." She asks smiling sweetly.

"Do you use Andaran vodka?" You ask, to be safe.

"We can if you insist, but call drinks are two credits." Still with that sweet smile.

"Ok good because that stuff is bad news, I had two and I might be a little drunk."

"So does that mean you do or don't want one?" She asks.

"Exactly."

She holds out her scanner, "Look if you want it pay the credits, if not just smile, okay."

You key in your passcode, "Oh right I need to pay for two drinks, and a credit for the lady." You try to kiss her hand but she pulls it away quickly.

"Right away." She disappears and you key in your code to get some chips to bet with, tenth credit chips, to keep the betting light, you decide.

An hour and six drinks later you are betting with ten credit chips. An hour after that you are blinking, and with every blink you travel farther and farther down carpeted corridors, not even moving your feet. You can't even figure out how.

"Damn nice of the club to give this guy a room, I don't think he had a single credit left." You hear someone say as your head sinks into an ever so comfy pillow.

Some time later you wake up and go take a shower. Sadly you also puke yourself back to sleep when you are done.

A knock on the door wakes you up. "I am coming in, are you all right?" A voice in the darkness calls out.

"Ya, ya, just a sec, I am naked." You say standing.

As you get to the door it opens, "Oh my I am sorry." A large man says as he sees your nudity. "Your credits have run out, I am sorry but you have to go."

The nerve of this guy, an unnatural rage seems to build in you as the alien **** works its ever so interesting version of a hang over to those poor souls allergic to the tasty beverage. Suddenly you really want to punch him.