Someone Spiked The Punch

I realized it when I downed the first cup, but it was too late. While I had no idea how much had been added, someone definitely added **** to the punch this year, and even drinking just one cup was enough to push the limits of my tolerance. I tried to compose myself as best I could, and started to head towards the door, hoping to just leave early in order to find a better environment to be drunk in, since this room gave me a distinctly bad feeling. But before I could get to the door, I saw my boss staring at me. Shit, she would notice if I left early. I couldn't afford that, given how much work I'd missed this quarter. Instead, I swerved, almost falling over due to my rapid loss of balance, and started moving towards the bathroom. I could hide out there until my body had dealt with the **** more effectively, and then gtfo.

I got to the bathroom and reached for the door.