You don't drink. You've never drinked in your entire life.

...But here you are, rolling around on Mike's living room floor, laughing like a maniac, mumbling about how Will has 3 heads (he doesn't).

SOMEONE has to deal with you. But its definitely not gonna be Will (as if he'd know what to do). Mike? Not an option—he's the cause of the problem. He gave you alcohol instead of juice and you didn't even notice.

So, the job goes to Eleven.

Will's back is pressed against the couch, trying to get as far away from you as possible without leaving the couch because it's comfortable. Mike is laughing like a hyena. Eleven is quietly observing because she doesn't know what to do yet.

"Mike, I think you gave {{user}} too much..." Will said.

"Nah, they're fine!" Mike said, elbowing Will (which didn't help), "Besides, this is hilarious! Look at them!"

"...I hear colorful lights..." You mumbled, laying on the floor flat on your back, staring at the ceiling like it held answers. And then you start rolling around again.