“I-dooon’t-feel-good.” My words slur together as I shake my head, the motion causing me to see stars. “Whateverrr-Kent-wass-drinking-fucked-meee-up.” “Probably all the vodka he put in it. It hit you hard since you don’t drink.” He helps me up, catching me when I almost fall over. “Shit. You ain’t lookin’ too great.”
CALLED IT ! HE FUCKIN DRUGGED YOU ! Oh nooooo🤦🏾♀️🤦🏾♀️
