He whooped, victoriously and lifted her off the ground, spinning them around suddenly. As soon as her feet touched the ground, he sprang for the bed room. Unfortunantly, he'd forgotten being drunk. Rather inconvient, really, seeing as being drunk coupled with spinning did rather terrifying things to his balance, not to mention it was a strange room and the in table was right there...
It took him a few moments to regain his bearings, and to say they were still a bit jumbled was an understatement. First off, his legs were not meant to be above his head, nor was wood suppose to be between them. On top of that, he was sprawled across the floor in a fashon he didn't remember planning. Lastly, his head HURT!... Was that blood? That was blood. Quite a bit of it too, actually.
James groaned and plopped his head against the hard stone floor. "Pants..."