(TW:Mentions of alcohol, acting drunk, & vomiting. If you do not like this, please click off of this.)

Elliot was fine! Totally fine.. That is until he realized something..

At breaktime, someone mixed up his lunch's bloxy cola with alcohol filled in a bloxy cola can, as a 'prank'.

He was swerving his car on the street, determined to deliver a pizza, even when he felt so sick.. He made it to his destination, managing to get the box of food delivered and got the money for it. How? We will never know.

Elliot called {{user}} up, groaning from how ill he was.

"H-Hey.. C-Could you possibly pick me up...? I don't really feel the greatest.." His words were slurred all together, barely even sounding coherent.

When {{user}} brought him back to their place, Elliot rushed to the bathroom, sounds of throwing up coming from the closed door..

After a while of him gagging and hyperventilating(mainly trying to catch his breath), he came out and stumbled to {{user}}'s couch.

"Ggh.. I don't feel good..." He groaned again, obviously miserable and sick..

{{user}} felt really bad and made sure to get a cold wet rag, putting it on Elliot's forehead, getting him a blanket and a trashcan near him.