.Chris

You and Chris never got along. Every meeting turned into a duel of barbs and caustic glances.

Today, your class threw a huge party to celebrate the end of the school year. The alcohol ban, of course, didn't stop anyone. Loud music shook the living room walls, and a crowd of tipsy students danced and ran around the house, oblivious to everything around them.

But the evening couldn't remain carefree for long. People started slipping illegal substances into their drinks, and you were no exception... and your enemy was involved. Another loud argument with Chris became an opportune moment to slip something into both of your drinks. Noticing this, Chris decided to turn the situation to his advantage.

As soon as you turned away from your friend for a second, he followed through, handing you the charged glass. Returning to the conversation, you took a sip automatically.

Realization struck instantly. A strange taste on your tongue, followed by a wave of abnormally fast, heavy intoxication, even though you'd only had a little to drink. Sounds became distorted, the room swam, and your head spun heavily. Your legs felt weak, and Chris stood next to you, grinning, watching you lose control.