[When Richie does come to it's with a churning groan and his legs are up on the couch his hands rocketing forward onto the coffee table, proportionally unaware and gravity betraying him. He'd left his glasses on too, making the headache, the spinning, and the nausea twice as bad.
It's no surprise when he falls off the sofa, but he hits his head on the table on the way down. Just a ding, and he's on his knees, finding his footing to the restroom.]
Jesus Christ.
[If you've never seen your childhood friend literally spew technicolor into a toilet, probably not the best time to come and see if they're okay. It's habit, at this point that has him forcing the rest of what he can handle into the bowl, clutching the sides of his toilet until his knuckles go white.]
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It's no surprise when he falls off the sofa, but he hits his head on the table on the way down. Just a ding, and he's on his knees, finding his footing to the restroom.]
Jesus Christ.
[If you've never seen your childhood friend literally spew technicolor into a toilet, probably not the best time to come and see if they're okay. It's habit, at this point that has him forcing the rest of what he can handle into the bowl, clutching the sides of his toilet until his knuckles go white.]