Note: The MC, Lacey, is not drunk.
The room spins harder. Faster.
Red. Purple. Green. Orange. A meld of them tangles me, vibrant bands strangling my vision, knotting it, smudging it. Shades of the rainbow poison my sight. My eyes gasp for clarity but all they see is red. Purple. Green. Orange. I am drowning in ribbons of color.
BADUM. BADUM. Music pounds in my ears, my head throbbing the beat of Lil Wayne. BADUM.
The blur of people.
Spinning. Whirling. Blending.
Over and over and over again. Repeat. Repeat.
No pause. Just repeat.
I clutch my head.
Clamp my eyes shut.
Drop my cup. Feel the water splash on my feet.
Sit down on the floor. Rest my back against the wall.
Clutch my head. My stomach.