James gulped down the second drink and set the glass aside.
"I think we should start leaving. I don't want us to stay until it's too late," James said, standing up.
"No!" Betty quickly grabbed his hand. "Let's not leave yet," She said softly, pulling him back onto the couch.
"Why?" James asked, his face scrunching up with discomfort.
"I feel a little sick," Betty lied, reaching for her stomach. She simply needed more time for the substances to take effect.
"What's wrong?" James inquired, lowering his eyes to her stomach. "Are you having cramps?"
"No. I think the wine is making me sick," She fibbed again.
She suddenly made gagging sounds and slapped her hand against her lips.
"Do you want to vomit?" He asked, moving closer to her and placing his hand over her shoulders. "I th
