Prompt: spike
"Moonshine"
"I reckon someone done spiked the punch, Tim," Tony slurred while propping his sloppy self against the wall.
McGee frowned and scanned the crowd for Abby. "Where did she go," he lamented.
"I'ma gonna go over yonder…" Tony tripped over his own feet. He nearly fell, but grabbed onto McGee's shirt, using it as a ladder back to uprightness.
"Why are you talking like that?"
"I dun' know!" Tony all but sobbed, still clutching onto McGee's front. "It's the moo'shine. Damn Abby and the moo'shine! Sweet Jesus. Sweet Jesus."
McGee awkwardly patted his back. "It'll be okay, buddy… I think."