You were partying with Rodrick, getting high and drinking, the usual. He disappeared for a little bit, which you didn’t pay any mind to, until you found him.

He was drunk and pale, and he looked horrible. “{{user}}? Is that you..? I chugged a keg and I think imma puke…” He said. You immediately dragged him into the bathroom. He sat leaning over the toilet and holding his stomach.

Then he heaved, and it all came flooding back up. You sat there rubbing his back and reassuring him as it happened. He felt better after a little bit, and you flushed the toilet, but you knew better than to let him go before rounds two and three.

After about 30 minutes, his stomach was completely emptied, and he was exhausted. His throat hurt from the stomach acid and head hurt from the alcohol.

“I can’t go home…my parents will kill me if I come home drunk…” He said, leaning up against you for support. “Can I crash at your place..? Pleeeeeeaaase..?” He said, his drunken whininess coming out sooner than usual.