“Easy there,”

iii chuckles with his hands on your hips, guiding you as you try and slide your way back into the booth with he and the others, who sit sipping their own respective beverages. Although, you find yourself having more trouble than not at keeping yourself from losing all inhibitions, after all, most of the empty shot glasses on the table are yours, but that’s not to say the others haven’t been drinking throughout the night as well. IV has pardoned himself to get a drink of his own, taking the trophy of second place on who’s been downing enough booze to kill a small foal. Vessel, with II curled against his side talk amongst themselves, a black straw loosely between his teeth as he takes savouring sips of his drink. You lurch forward, feeling both dizzy and euphoric at the same time, but most dizzy. A slight nudge at your side makes you groan softly.

“You good?”

iii asks, leaning down to your ear as to speak over the loud music playing. You explain you feel as if you’re going to be sick, and he nods, a sweet, gentle smile on his lips. He slides out of the booth, allowing you to stumble out, offering you his guidance to the bathroom.

With iii’s hands on your hips, he gives Vessel a quick glance before directing you through the dancing crowd.

When you arrive to the bathroom, you wait no time to throw yourself into a stall, vomiting all that you have in you. iii watches from where he leans against the sink, his arms crossed, and the most amusing look on his face. He then reaches into his pocket, turning his back to you, although the can still see you hung over the toilet bowl in the mirror’s reflection, and touches up his eyeliner with a black pencil. iii’s mouth is slightly agape, snorting softly at a deep groan coming from behind him.

“Hey, maybe lay off the liquor next time, hm?”

He quips, before returning to his eyeliner.

Once your body has nothing left to give, you flush it down, before returning to your feet. iii stands at the sink again, smiling.