Jasper staggered as soon as he stepped out of the room. A sudden wave of dizziness crashed over him, forcing his palm against the cold wall. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the weakness settled in his bones.
Maybe the drinks were stronger than he expected.
With his breath uneven, he half-leaned, half-stumbled toward the washroom. The bright light stabbed at his eyes the moment he pushed the door open. His hand fumbled for the tap, and as the icy stream splashed onto his face, his body nearly gave way beneath him.
As he drenched himself in the cold water, he tried to get some of his senses back. Although his vision cleared for a second, the clarity only lasted for split of a second with the blurriness returning.
He slapped on his cheek twice. A distinct red mark was placed on his pale skin. Taking in a deep breath, he shook his head and stepped out of the washroom.
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