—Where are you taking me? —I asked confused, feeling my own voice stammering.
My whole head was spinning, I could only hold on to Luka to keep from falling to the ground, while I watched as we walked a couple of streets away from the house where the party had been held, in the dark of the night.
Undeterred, Luka answers me: —Don't worry, we're going to get my car, you'll be able to rest a little there.
I guess in this case, drinking alcohol really made me sick. Walking, leaning on Luka, barely able to think clearly, I feel really bad. I don't think I want to throw up anymore, at least I've stopped feeling nauseous, but I still feel really dizzy, plus I'm starting to feel a little thirsty, and my head is starting to hurt too. Does this feel like being drunk? Past the moments of laughter
