As the night wore on, Billy's sickness progressed at an alarming rate. By the time he'd realized this and stopped consuming anything, he'd already poisoned himself with far more alcohol than his body could handle.

Thus, Billy crawled to familiar feet with a bucket curled close. He wasn't that nauseous yet, but soon. "I'll be there 'soon's I can," he groaned from below, leaning against the closest ledge.