180 CHASING TRUTHS IN A SEA OF ALCOHOL

This is not how I saw this night going. Perhaps I should have given her three glasses. Shawn wondered as he helped Renee to the toilet. “I feel sick,” she muttered, her voice coming out slurred. “I think I'm going to throw up,” she croaked. “Try to hold it in, Renee. We're almost at the toilet,” he told her, increasing his speed while hoping she wouldn't throw up on his shoulders since he was carrying her on his back. When she kept tripping all over the place and throwing herself at every attractive man who came within a two-meter radius of her, he had to get her out of there. All I want is answers not to deal with a crazy drunk. “I don't think I can hold it anymore,” She slurred as he hiccuped. “Just a few seconds. Don't throw up,” he told her. At this rate, I'm gonna get all the alcohol and whatever she ate last in my head. “We're here,” he said as he helped her into the men's toilet. He couldn't go into the ladies’ toilet since it would cause a lot more problems for