Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160516065101/@comment-25924729-20160623144327

"Like hell i will!" Dalton protested, giving the other customers dirty looks, and grunting contently when they backed down. "C'mon, gimme another." he instructed the bartender. Noting his slight hesitation, Dalton pressed on "I said i'm fine! If you're worried abou-…uhhh?"

The boy abruptly stopped talking, and his face grew pale. On it was an expression of utter surprise and discomfort. An instant later, Dalton was scrambling up to the window, where he heaved loudly, and unceremoniously lost his dinner. Below him, Bucky scuttled aside to dodge the vomit, with an annoyed yelp.

Several minutes of painful gagging later, he staggered back upright, somewhat unbalanced from the alcohol. "Okay, maybe i'm a little stoned, just a *hic* little... Ale, i think i'm gonna need *Hic* a room here tonight."