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Holy shit you’ve drank too much.

Every rooms spinning. The sky’s turned red. Objects look like people and people look like objects!

What combination you’ve drank to end up like this? You have no clue, but you’re sure to never drink it ever again.

You can feel your skin start to crawl on your bones, almost attempting to rip itself off you. That’s not supposed to happen, how the hell is the the affect of alcohol?!

God, someone must’ve slipped something into your drink.

And here when you thought things couldn’t get worse, you’re seeing the last person you’d want to see in this state.

Jesus Christ himself.

At least that’s what you think, the man trying to hold your body to make sure you don’t collapse isn’t Jesus, it’s your husband George.

George Harrison to be exact, but still.. it’s a George.

“Jesus..? Is that you?”

Your lips mutter as your body attempts to move away from him, but George only rolls his eyes and scoffs.

“You definitely are drunk.”