Accept another drink

"Sure, but something smaller, I have to go soon."

Waylon gets up from the table and walks towards the bartender to get the drinks.

In the short time he is gone getting the drinks you begin to regret your decision to wait on the bathroom. Now that you're paying full attention to it, the need to go is getting really bad.

Waylon returns with two shot glasses and sits down again. He picks his up, "Cheers!"

You grab yours, clink it against his and then down the liquor. It burns your throat as it goes down and you cough violently and uncontrollably. Your face turns red and tears well up in your eyes. As your coughing fit pauses for a moment you try to suck down some much-needed oxygen.

Waylon leaps up and pats you on the back. In the distance you can hear him apologizing and asking if you're OK.

A second fit of coughing sweeps over you. You feel yourself momentarily lose control of your bladder, but at the moment all you care about is getting more air into your lungs.

As you get the coughing under control, Waylon returns to his seat, still apologizing. Your bottom feels quite warm, although it could just be your imagination.