The bathroom floor is cold against your cheek, the room spinning as you groan. The drinking match with Hazard might’ve been a mistake—a big one. You push yourself up, wobbling back to the bar, only to find him standing in the doorway, arms crossed, a faintly amused look on his face.

“Took you long enough,” he drawls, leaning against the frame. “Figured I’d find you passed out in there.”

“I wasn’t—” you start, only to stumble slightly.

He steps forward, catching your arm before you hit the ground. “Aye, sure you weren’t,” he says, smirking as he steadies you. “But maybe next time, don’t try to out-drink me, yeah?”