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>FLESH CHECK: 7. FAILURE
The two of you keep slamming back more and more booze. You lose count of how many glasses you drank past the fourth one. You can only hope it's some weak stuff.
"No other fwiends?" You slur as more of your brain gets flooded with alcohol. "Nuh even sum fumily?"
"Nuh uh. I dunnooo, ya know? Just always been like that, Nicky Wicky." He nudges your shoulder. You swear you're starting to see double. "Sooo. I guessss that's why I stuck with ya. You're... you are...fun? I guess?"
"Ahhh, nuh, nuh. Ima fuck up too." You slam down another glass. "We alll just a buncha. Buncha fucky ups here." You swear you had ten fingers, not fifteen.
"'ake it easssyyy, nicky." It sounds like there's water in your ears now. Everything's getting blurry. You feel really warm. Too warm, even.
[UNSTABLE] YOU'RE BLASTING YOUR BRAIN WITH MORE BOOZE THAN YOU HAVE DRANK IN YOUR WHOLE LIFE. Hell, I'm not sure how much you can handle here.
[STABLE] Hell, I think you're getting fucked up enough that you're thinking straight. Funny that.
"I think you two had enough." Nicolas pours a final glass between the two of you. "I've seen enough drinking here. Whoever finishes their glass wins."
"fuck ya." Lex mutters. He's swaying back and forth but he's still keeping his composure up. You? The only thing remotely in check here is your internal monologue. Your body feels like a mess and, hell, your eyes are barely keeping open.
"Fuck you too." Nicolas chuckles. "Seriously. Last drink. Go home, you're drunk." He turns around and goes to attend the few others still here.
"a toast. to a successfull misssionn." You leviate your glass of booze a few inches up. Lex clinks his glass against it.
"a toast. to my pal nicky." Lex keeps muttering.
The two of you begin to drink...
...
<span class="mu-s">BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!</span>
Your head fucking <span class="mu-r">hurts.</span> Where the hell are you? You feel like your head is about to explode. You sit up and force your eyes open to notice that you're back at your apartment. Huh. How did you get here?
You turn to see that there's several pill bottles on your desk alongside a written note. You force yourself up out of your bed. <span class="mu-r">That was a mistake.</span>
You nearly smash your head directly into the floor before you manage to reorient yourself. God, you feel sick. Is this what it feels like to be hungover?
>HUNGOVER STATUS EFFECT: -1 COGZNIANCE and -1 TALENT.
>Wears off overtime. No real cure besides that. You'll be informed when it wears off
You slowly stumble over to the table to see what you have here. The note is written in nearly unreadable chicken scratch but you make out the main bits.
"damn nick you almost won, real impressive. gotta say, throwing up after getting half way through it was something"
"you told me where apartment was. dragged you there. pills here. dunno what they do. call me if you need me."
He...helped you back to your apartment? Huh.
