[Espy]

I think my case of tripping-over-the-shoe-pile on my way to the bathroom yesterday night might've been from alcohol uncoordinated-ness. I actually was planning on only having a max of two Mike's yesterday; that goal didn't last long. My friend had the equivalent of nine drinks...and it was his first time seriously drinking (like me)...

"...Gengar, I can smell the alcohol on your breath." (Yes, his nickname is Gengar. Long story.)
"Oh. Oh SHIT. Seriously? Wait, Espy, are you serious?"
"...Yes. I don't think you want to go back to Schlag right now." (That's his dorm.)
"...Oh fuck. I'm not that drunk, am I? ...Anyways, can I give you a hug?"
"...Yes, you're drunk. Drunkenness confirmed."