Annoyed, I was tying Tasha's hair. How, here she is, sitting down on the bathroom floor, hugging the toilet, and almost letting out everything in her internal organs. "Fuck... it's like I can still taste my food from last night," she whispered. My face crumbled as I rubbed her back. She vomited again after poking her own throat. "What the hell did you even drink?" I asked, wondering. We haven't been here for two hours but here she is, vomiting immediately. "I don't fucking know! I think that is a spiked drink!" she murmured. As I exited the cubicle and made my way to my bag, which was in the lavatory, I noticed two other women entering the comfort room. They were almost in the same situation as us, one of them was visibly drunk as her friend helped her. Tasha and the new girl were vomiting together. I was busy digging wet wipes out of my purse when the other girl leaned into the lavatory next to me. "I like your lipstick. What's that?" she smirked. I laughed, "Oh, it's Chanel'
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