[ WP ] Three friends . Four AM . No dialogue

Violent rage rattled my brainspace. Every direction screamed a new song of colorful agony, and my lips felt like molten chocolate on the cake I did n't eat that much of. I tried to make with the mouth noise, but the softs eluded me from below. The floor bumped me, and the room spun in all both directions. I tried again the mouth noise, but the headscreams made all the sounds none again. Glass bottles drifted across the floorsofts, scattered from when the bed fell out of me. I untangled the legs from my blanket, and stood up. The wall bumped into me, and I blinked the eye gunk from my fingertips. The spin kept rooming. 
 
 I took a step forward, and another, until the door was under me and I was sitting next to my light switch. The brain noise came back, drunkenly warbling between a language I did n't know, and the sound of my ear'sploding. I clapped my longers on the hair-side. They were n't finging correctly. Headnoise continued. Letters kept jumbling in my head, familiar but illegible. The soft carpet-texture of the floorsoft seemed to be sliding under me. My right foot itched, so I unsat and reached for the shiny. My roommate stood in the doorframe, mouth space moving in a hauntingly familiar rhythm. My eyeholes blinked, but I could n't focus on the motion. Looked like ice blading, real slowfast at the same time. 
 
 The glasses stumbled into my hand, and I sat back down on the comforts. Comforter? Roommate was there, standing on the wall, mouthing headnoise. I sat up, and the wall turned into floor. Light came from the right direction, but room was still spinning. Carpet did n't feel right. When was the last time I suck-cleaned in here? Was it yesterweek? Headnoise made for hard focus. I squinted at him. 
 
 He shook his neck and gestured at me. He offered me both hands, and I grabbed two of them. The third helped me up, and my foot dragged along the side of the wallcarpet. Everything went sidewise again, but roommate grabbed at me. I think he missed, but the room spun a different way, stopped, then resumed spinning normally. 
 
 We toddled out to the room living. More glass bottles, plus a not-man passed out on the couch. Her hairside was a mess, yellow-knotted tangles hugged her head from all angles. I reached for her, and one of the wide bottles was still in my hand. I peered curiously at it. J. I stared, trying to squint enough to be able to read. Letters did n't seem to make much sense. Headache was getting lighter, I think. 
 
 Ack. Jack. I found my eyes roving for the ceiling, then felt the bottle shift weight in my hand. My throat burned. Did I just take another drink? The roommate was clapping his finging together. Fingers. Fingers together. Snapping. Snapping his fingers. I set the bottle down, feet unstable. The room was still spinning, but 4 AM whiskey is never a wise solution. 
 
 I stabilized myself on the wall and focused on my roommate. He was still speaking, trying to gesture at the other roommate. The female one. Female. Not-male. Eugh. She was n't moving too much, little hiccups of motion. My throat was still on fire, so I did n't dare try speaking. I probably would n't retched with the effort anyway. 
 
 Alcohol poisoning, I guessed. Too much to drink. I turned her on her side, and pushed her hair out of the way. She was already retching, and sick got all over the hardwood. My mouth made noise, probably comforting, but I focused on keeping her hair out of her face, and her breathing normal. I turned her on her side, and helped keep her feet elevated. 
 
 Eventually, my headache went away completely, and I sat with her, still making soft noises of comfort. At some point in time, I had stopped drinking, and she had stopped puking. Seemed a good compromise, and eventually, she fell back asleep. I made sure she stayed on her side, just in case, waved goodnight to the roommate, and went back to bed. Glass bottles and cans littered my carpet, and my bed was in a total disarray. 
 
 I should probably stop drinking so much. I pushed a trio of cans off of my bed, and went back to sleep.
