It’s a losing battle

“It’s okay Lisa, if it helps you feel any better I’m pretty sure I’m not gunna last.” Lisa frowned with Sony nudging me softly. “Hey, you better not puke on my feet fucker.” I shake my head and place a hand on my stomach. “It’s coming.” Ted warns as Gabi helps me up. “Bathroom.” I mutter as she quickly ushers me upstairs to the bathroom in time, letting myself in and closing the door before hurling the past dozen shots back out into the toilet.

“Damn it.” I groaned, spitting and clutching my stomach. This wasn’t what I had planned in a party. But it was way better than the last party I attended, at least there may be a chance I may forget tonight after how much I’ve dranken. The others must be laughing at me right now, why couldn’t I last another round at least?

Someone knocked on the door. “Yea yea, go on in.” I said while flushing the toilet.