Alcohol

"I don't think this is such a good idea, Dylan. You know I don't handle drinks well. Do you remember what happened last time?" I asked, and he smiled. Last time I drank with them I stripped down to my underwear and danced on a table, hitting on everyone that walked by me, even the guys.
"It'll be okay, Oka. You probably won't do that. I'll make sure you don't, okay?" He asked, and I took it reluctantly. I drained the large shot and cleared my throat. Alcohol never sat right with me. It opened the fun part of me too much to where I was way out of control. I sat down by Dylan, and they passed around a bottle. I drank some too and passed it along, feeling the slight buzz coming on. I watched it get back to me, and Dylan started to look drunk. He had been drinking before this anyway. I started to feel bad, but I kept drinking, hoping it would get better.
It didn't. I ended up throwing up and going to lay down in Dylan's room with him. We were laying there, and he looked over at me.