"Haaaa…" A young man's mouth gaped in an unrestrained yawn. "I think Imma hit the sack…"
His voice was barely audible through the loud music blasting his surroundings. People still noticed him put the bottle down, and when he got up, the questions started.
"Hey Marvin! Where are you going!?"
"You gotta piss or something?"
"The party is just getting started!"
"You getting something stronger?"
"Why dontcha blow some dust?"
"Oh, shut up." Marvin waved a dismissive hand. "It's almost four in the… moning…"
The urge to vomit overwhelmed him, but he managed to keep it in. Stopping by the toilet seemed like the right choice. He navigated his way through the packed dance floor, feeling his head spinning faster and faster. Maybe he drank one bottle too much. Or maybe it was his age finally getting to him. Twenty eight didn't sound too old to party, but his body was saying otherwise.
