I took the shot and heard everyone cheering. Damn that alcohol. I never knew that my alcohol tolerance was this low.
My head was spinning, so I looked for a chair to seat.
"Hey," someone approached me. I looked up, my vision was blurry.
"Hey," I replied without knowing who's this guy talking to me.
"You okay? Want me to take you to your room?" He asked me but I immediately shook my head.
I may be drunk but I still know how to be careful. I can't be careless. His voice wasn't familiar so I know to myself that I don't know him.
"No, thank you." I repeatedly shook my head in disagreement.
"But you're drunk. Come on, let me take you to your room." He grabbed my arm forcefully and dragged me out there.
I winced and tried to let go from his hold.
"Can you please stop dragging me?
