While Layne was forcing the drink down, Lambert fell absolutely silent to watch the scene and give it his absolute attention, after every swig he waited for Layne to projectile throw up but it didn’t come and his lips started to form a thinner line as he tensed. Though even then he couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up when the other let out an earth-shattering belch. Sure, for now he was fine, on his back, but Lambert didn’t quite give up.
“ Okay, fine, you drank it. Now if you can sit up and tell me my dare still without vomiting all over the fire… then I might actually do it. “
He clapped twice in quick succession to motivate Layne… though after this amount of alcohol… he might either pass out or have zero ability to form words that actually made sense. It was a definite possibility.
Too much. Lambert was asking far too much of him after that and he was just about ready to give up. He knew he’d think of a proper payback when he was well and sober - and probably very hungover. But for the moment, he could barely move. The alcohol and what little food he had sat very poorly in his stomach and kept threatening to come up. It was a struggle to even try to sit up without everything turning over. He tried twice before giving up, waving a hand as his eyes shut.
“ Think m’good down here… Don’t have a dare n’mind anyway. ”
Which was true. He was too busy focusing on keeping the contents of his stomach where they were. Only after his stomach gave one final lurch did he realize that was a battle he wouldn’t win. How he managed to turn over onto his side before he vomited was unbeknownst to him. Even further unknown was how he managed to steady himself up on his arms to keep from falling into it. What better way was there to sober up?
