On a mission
'Your mission here tonight is to get drunk'
And oh boy was he! He stared across the bar through an alcohol haze. Where the hell were the toilets? He really needed to piss or puke, or both. He wasn't sure. One thing he did know, there was no way; he could move his blathered ass off the seat that it balanced precariously on.
What the fuck had she been buying? Whatever they were, he decided they were going to taste just as bad coming back up as they had going down! He was too old for this shit. He tried not to think about his stomach lurching, he knew that was a battle he'd lose before the night was out. Whatever the hell, had been in that last shot glass sat heavy, on the top of his stomach, waiting to erupt back out. It had burned going down and he swore it had taken half the back of his throat out first time, he was not; looking forward to reliving that experience in reverse.
He tried to focus his eyes on the blonde bombshell leaning against the bar in front of him. It wasn't easy. Mind he wasn't that bothered. Two Calleigh's looked even better than one!
Two Calleigh's Hmmm he could have fun there, well he could have about an hour ago, when… Fuck, his head was reeling, the room started to spin violently, and he closed his eyes. Oh Jesus that was worse.
Opening them again, blonde hair and green eyes swam in and out of his vision, his eyelids drooping heavily, not wanting to work. Retinas, trying to drag in as much light from the dimmed optics around them. How the hell is she still upright? What had she said to him? Loosen up? Hell he was loose, an hour ago… oh hell yeah, an hour ago she might have found out how loose. Now the rapidly dropping blood levels in his alcohol content removed any ideas of Calleigh and horizontal from his mind. Well not the idea, the idea was still very much alive, just the necessary equipment had died a death after the…Fuck! How! Many shots? Jesus was he going to suffer in the morning, if he made it till morning,
He wished Calleigh would stand still, she was making him dizzy. OK now he wanted to pass out, Lamely, he grabbed her arm, trying in vain to hurl his ass off the barstool. The minute it was his legs promptly told him to go screw himself and buckled, depositing him on the ground. Horizontal with … Calleigh? For fuck sake the only thing he wanted to be, was horizontal!
Calleigh smirked to herself as she dragged him back upright.
"Mission accomplished"