Stone should have been drunk considering all the shots he did with Cameron, but he wasn’t. He wondered how long he could keep the drinking up with his unexpected guest without becoming blitzed. The man in front of him had turned out to be a drinking machine, keeping his speech clean, crisp, and clear, and he had kept his balance. Stone felt like a lightweight drinker since he crept into the area of feeling blitzed, unable to clearly collect his thoughts, and beginning to suffer from blurry vision. Stone wondered if his comments had slipped out of his mouth without pauses, broken and choppy. A few more drinks with Cameron, and he’d have to sit down, feeling the room spin around him, welcoming him into a similar world Alice had visited in her dreamy Wonderland place. He couldn’t believe how
