"Now really, James. You can't just go around getting drunk every night." Said Hikaru Sulu, a friend from my Photography class, as he helped me back to mine an Bones' room.
"Dunno what'cher talkin' 'bout." I slurred, trying to stand up straight from where I was slouched against the smaller man. I ended up nearly falling over, so I decided to just chill and let myself be led up the stairs.
"'mind me, where are we going again?" I asked, stumbling on the top step. Hikaru sighed.
"I'm taking you back to yours and Leonard's room, remember? We're almost there." He said, shifting me against his side slightly.
I could see the door… Or was it doors? I dunno. My vision was sort of foggy…
When Hikaru opened the door, Bones looked up from writing something. He saw my inebriated state, and sighed, placing his face in his palm.
Hikaru dropped me onto my bed, and a wave of nausea overcame me, but it passed.
I think I heard them talk about how I'm a drunkard, but I resent that statement. I just like having a good time. I don't remember Hikaru leaving.
"I hate the light."
That was my first coherent thought after I woke up the next morning, as I was slouched over next to the toilet. "I swear if I survive this, I'll never drink again. I think I just threw up my liver."
Bones snorted, standing in the doorway. "Do you know how many times you've said that? You're still alive, and you're still drinking."
He retreated back into the main room.
I grabbed the nearest item I could reach, and chucked it at his retreating back.
"Damn it, Jim! That was a plunger!"