Stay

You decide to stay for a bit more, realising that you don't actually have anything else to do. Carlo walks over to a cupboard, and takes out a small box.

"This is a traditional cake", he says, placing a pastry cube in front of you, with another glass of spirits.

You eat the cake, savouring the sickly sweet flavour, and drink the ****, realising that it would be rude to refuse Carlo in his own home. Your head swims as the **** is absorbed into your bloodstream; you're a bit of a lightweight. You sit back in your chair, and close your eyes.

"Ooh!" you moan. "I don't feel so well!"

With your eyes closed, the nausea that had begun while the room spun around you dulls. For the moment, at least, you feel fine — without the nausea the **** is just giving you a really nice buzz, though you can feel a headache building.

You start when you feel something on your head. Quickly you realise that Carlo is massaging your temples, giving you a bit of relief from the growing pain.