Thinking about the party down group catering an event (duh). Ron, poorly, makes sure none of them get drunk of high or anything, but you know them. They don't listen. Roman doesn't want anything, of course, he has some standards. But eventually...he gives in and snags a glass off a table he was cleaning. It clearly hadn't been drunk out of but even if it had, he was beyond stressed. He needed it. Unfortunately, there was a reason it hadn't been drunk. He hadn't noticed the slight fiz to it. He hadn't noticed the fogginess.
It took a bit of time for the spike to kick in. It started with a numbness, followed by blurring vision, slurring words, weakened movement. But, It fully hit him when he was making some appetizers with Kyle. His mind finally caught the numbness his body had been feeling. The knife he'd been using slipped from his shaking hand as his body grew heavy. Too heavy for him to hold up alone. His legs followed in suit with his hands, letting his body hit the floor with a dull thud.
Kyle had seen stuff like this before. He was a frat boy at heart, after all. That, and, he'd been quietly observing the slow loss of control Roman had been experiencing through the night. Calmly, Kyle approached Roman, who was only moving slightly, too inebriated to really do anything else. "Only you could get yourself spiked at this lame-ass gig." He nudged Roman, which caused his head to lule to the side.
After much struggle, Kyle managed to get an unconscious Roman back to his apartment and dumped him onto his bed. He got himself comfortable on the couch, knowing the after-effects of drugs sucked, especially for someone who hadn't done them before. The amount of times Kyle had been the designated babysitter gave him plenty of understanding.
Upon waking up the next morning, Roman felt nauseous, dizzy, just overall ill and pained.
There was a reluctance in his accepting of Kyle's help, but at some point, he gave in, allowing Kyle to help him to the bathroom. Kyle ran one of his hands through Roman's shoulder-length hair, gently pulling it out of his face while his other hand rubbed Roman's back whilst he vomited up everything he'd had the night before.
When Roman was done, he slowly pulled back, away from the toilet, body trembling. A small "thank you" came from him.
Kyle smirked. "You've gotta be more careful, dumbass."
