A spinning out of control, the world flipping sideways kind of feeling. Stomach flipping and lurching kind of horrible upside-down reality. Her face was inches from Rob and he was holding her in his arms, her skirts piled in front of her and her feet poking out, pointing at the air; her toes feeling the breeze as they were completely free from shoes.
‘Where am I?... What the…? ... Oooowww I feel… I’m going to be sick!’ She panicked and gripped him tighter with wide eyes and a lot of disorientation. Rob immediately returned her to her feet, supporting her upper body and aiming her towards the nearby rose bushes as she was violently sick. A lot of alcohol gladly exiting her small frame.
‘Jesus Rose, I thought you were dead when I found you.’ He was still holding her as she fell back agains
