"Eldes, you so need to slow down." She seemed to actually display concern for the man.
"I know I do," Eldes slurs, "but I have to. The meme... thing. Whatever it is the mun has. It's so strange; like a magic... like I'm compelled to."
For his part, Eldes isn't enjoying himself in the slightest. With an hour since his last shot passed and the alcohol fully in his system, Eldes can barely see straight enough to make out Lovrina's figure. His head reels and his stomach even more so.
"'m sorry. I actually hate drink... no, I drink, but. Feeling drunk. Drunk. Really. 'm never like this, I..."
A sudden wave of nausea, and the next thing Eldes realizes, the contents of his dinner are now lying, half-digested, on the floor.






