When the boy woke up, the only thing he could grasp was that he was dizzy. He opened his eyes and sat up, but the room spun around him and he promptly rolled off the bed and thumped to the floor. After laying there for a moment, it took him a while to realize he wasn't outside. He groaned and rolled onto his back. His stomach was churning and he felt like he was about to barf. He managed to crawl over to a bucket just before he could no longer contain himself.<br/><br/>He felt sick as a dog and he couldn't managed to hold a thought in his head long enough to form any logical conclusion as to what was going on. If he could think, he would have realized he was totally wasted. He'd been given enough alcohol to plaster a full grown man, and he was a lot smaller than that. The result: he was about as drunk as a person can get without dying.<br/><br/>"I don't feel good..." he managed before another hurling episode. His words were slurred almost beyond comprehension, and they came out without him even really realizing it. His brain didn't quite work at the moment, but his mouth seemed to be doing just fine.<br/><br/>There was no way he'd be able to stand up. But he managed to lean himself against a bed post. The room was spinning so much it took effort to not just fall over. Eventually it got through to him that he had been kidnapped. He thought that since he couldn't fight back it would be a good plan to hide under the bed to escape attention. He somehow managed to complete this task, though it did little to hide him. He was actually still perfectly visible. It was sad that all of his brilliance could disappear just like that.