Andrew and Tom had smuggled some alcohol into their dorm room and were about to sit down, relax and drink up. Andrew had gotten a case of beer while Tom had a bottle of rum.
"Alright!" Joy exclaimed, clearly excited. "Who's ready to get hammered?"
"Me! I am!" Anger and Disgust shouted over each other.
"Really hope we don't get caught," Fear whispered.
"Don't worry man!" Anger replied. "The tough part is over. We got it into the dorm."
Logic and Sadness seemed passive on the matter at hand, and simply went along with the others.
"Really hope we don't get sick either," Fear whispered, "Or get hungover tomorrow."
"Tomorrow is Saturday," Logic said.
"Yeah," Joy added. "We'll survive if we get hungover."
"Eh I guess you're right," Fear nodded. "Saturday is usually our layed-back day anyway."
Joy imputed the controls on the console, instructing Andrew to raise his first can of beer, along with Tom who was raising his first glass of rum.
"Hey," Tom asked once they finished their first drinks. "Want some Rum?"
Disgust's eyes widened in horror! "Rum? AHHH! NO!" He slammed his fist on a button.
"No thanks man," Andrew said to Tom. "I'm good." He reached for another beer.
"The alcohol from the first can is being integrated," Logic said observantly, looking over an indicator. "About a minute before tipsy sensation."
"Woah Disgust!" Joy exclaimed. "Calm down? What's wrong with Rum? I mean I know it's strong stuff and it burns, but-"
"Need I remind you guys what happened the first time we had rum?" Disgust asked.
He pressed another button, recalling a green memory orb. The memory was projected onto the screen. It showed Andrew in his dorm room, alone (Tom was gone for that weekend), sitting at his desk chair , leaning over a trashcan, vomiting. Every few seconds he would vomit again. Even when everything in his stomach had been launched out, he still continued to make the sound, occasionally coughing up yellow mucus.
"Oh yeah I remember that night," Fear said. "It was horrible!"
"Horrible only begins to describe it!" Disgust shouted back. "I can barely get near rum anymore without… " He paused for a second.
"What's wrong?" Sadness asked.
"Oh God!" Disgust whispered chokingly. He held his chest and looked down as though he was going to vomit. "We can smell it! I… I need to sit down…"
By the time Andrew had chugged his fourth beer, Disgust was sitting on the couch, breathing heavily into a brown paper bag. Fear at his side, trying to keep him relaxed.
"It's okay, Disgust," Fear said calmly. "Just breathe in… breathe out… breathe in… breathe out…" He would gesture with his hand, and Disgust would breathe in sync with his waving.
After another minute, the alcohol finally reached Andrew's mind. Headquarters was flooded. The emotions were swimming around in the beer, as though it were a big pool party. A wave had knocked Logic unconcious, and now Anger was using him as a raft. Joy was dancing around on an umbrella, singing "Singing in the Beer."