Only a few drinks; a few. That was all you swore to drink. Yet as the night went on, you drank twice as much as you promised yourself.

Now, you were kneeled down on the cold bathroom floor inside the bar’s public bathroom, the alcohol coming back up from your stomach and puking it into the toilet, feeling your insides toss and turn as you regretfully thought over your impulsive decision of drinking as much as you did.

As you puked into the toilet, groaning, you heard a soft knock on the stall door. “{{user}}?” Soap called out, “ye ‘n there, laddie?”

Upon slowly opening the door, Soap saw you hunched over, forehead laid on your forearm as you groaned painfully, clutching your stomach with your eyes closed.

“Bloody Jesus, Lad,” Soap sighed worriedly, kneeling down beside you in the cramped bathroom stall. He gently moved your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. “Hey; c’mere, let’s get you home… you look like absolute shite.” He muttered, slipping his arm under you to help you stand.