[color=#b97703]“Wow,”[/color] Cas rolled his eyes, stifling a smile when Iris joked about seeing whether he or Jay would run to the toilet first. At the moment, he wasn’t that drunk. While he was definitely feeling the effects of all the liquor he’d downed, his stomach had yet to revolt against his poor decisions. Meanwhile, he could hear his friend retching in the adjoining room. To him, it was no contest. If Jay hadn’t already dived for the porcelain throne, he would be losing his dinner soon enough.

As the night went on, he and the others enjoyed themselves with more rounds of truth or dare. The alcohol he’d consumed so quickly hit Cas harder, and he lost some of his inhibitions, caring far less about looking like an idiot in front of his friends and Iris. He accepted every dare, no matter how outlandish it was, and every truth, no matter how humiliating. Trying not to make himself sick on the strong vodka, he was avoiding drinking any more, but Miles still managed to trap him into taking two more shots when Iris passed on a dare, and Jay hit him with two more when Miles passed once. By the time he needed to get back to his family’s mansion, he was red-faced and dizzyingly intoxicated on nine shots of liquor.

“I’ll grab some for you from the kitchen,” Jay offered when Iris asked for water. He glanced at Caspian and Miles, who were both thoroughly drunk and lying on the floor. “I think those two are too far gone to be trusted with touching anything made out of glass.”

“Fuck off,” Miles slurred obstinately. “I can do anythin’ you can do, [i]and[/i] I’ll do it better.”

“Stay on the floor, dumbass,” Jay chuckled, waving his hand dismissively and stepping out of the room to fetch the water.

While they bickered, Cas closed his eyes and pressed a hand to his forehead. By now his stomach was churning, and he could barely think straight. The last two shots he’d taken had really pushed him over the edge. [color=#b97703]“Oh god, I’m gonna be sick…”[/color] he groaned. [color=#b97703]“Someone make the room stop spinning.”[/color]

“Don’t you dare throw up,” Miles shoved his shoulder with his foot. “No one can know we were here, so I can’t call the maids, and I am [i]not[/i] cleaning up your nasty vomit.”

[color=#b97703]“Push me again, and I’ll throw up on you,”[/color] Cas warned him, making a sloppy attempt to sit upright so he could move closer to where his friend was laying. As he did, the room seemed to tilt, and he dropped back down to the floor. [color=#b97703]“Nevermind, ‘s not worth it. I’m just gonna stay here and die.”[/color]