You can't hold it

You pause, feeling green from all the drink. That punch most be a lot stronger than it tastes. You keel over, feeling the sick rising up in your stomach. You suddenly vomit, the puke spurting out of your stomach and onto the floor as the group shrieks in horror, moving away from your vomit.

"Oh, you soft cunt," Tyler laughs.

You finish off with your vomiting, the last chunks of dinner hitting the ground with a wet thud. You wipe it from your mouth.

"Do you want to wash out the taste?" May asks, offering the cup of punch.

"Fuck that, I can't drink anymore. That shit's stronger than you'd think," you say. "I'm finished for the time being."

With that, you stand, moving away from the table and heading out to the halls, wiping the remainder of vomit from your lips.