Whoops

"Whooee!" Hunter spun around on the barstool and almost fell off, barely catching himself on the bar, and knocking into his beer which he almost spilled.

Jeb and Triston burst out laughing. "Ride 'em, cowboy!" Jeb encouraged.

Hunter snickered and took a swig of his beer, not sure which one he was on by now. It had started out with just one as planned... then Jeb had convinced him to have just one shot of whiskey. Then he'd wanted to leave, but he'd started to feel so relaxed, and that had felt so good that he'd chased that with another beer, just for good measure. Then he'd forgotten to look at the clock, and he might have had another shot of whiskey. All the thoughts that had plagued him all day had dissolved, leaving his mind a lethargic mess, but at least it was numb. Now he didn't know what all he'd had within the last hour and a half.

Still laughing, Hunter finally felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket, and struggled to get it out before squinting at the screen. "Ooooooh..." He swiped the screen to answer it as he spun around again, only to lose his balance once more, and dropped his phone on the floor. The other guys laughed even harder as Hunter bent to pick it up and wound up sitting on the floor before he fell there anyway. "Whoops..." He belched and returned to the call. "S'rry 'bout that." He furrowed his brow. Was he supposed to have been somewhere else? He tried to sort out what Ryan was saying. The numbness in his mind was too strong. "Um..." He stifled another laugh as he leaned back against the bottom of the bar stool and tried to hear over the music. "I'm good. Fine. Okeedokee. W's I.... er... s'posed ta..." He blinked through the mental fog, working hard to speak more clearly. "Did I f'rget something? I feel like I mighta f'rgott'n something."