Spock took the larger shot glass in his hand and downed that one as well. Once he swallowed, he sputtered a bit and coughed. "That was worse than the first one!" he laughed.
It was also notibly stronger. The entire room seemed to be swaying like a boat on gentle waves. His vision trailed, going in and out of focus a bit and everything seemed as if it were in slow motion. He blinked several times ans he turned about in his chair, as if that would magicaly cure his ailments.
"Err... I think.... that's the last of it." Spock said standing from his stool but stumbling as he made to get off. "I ought to go, I really should." He said leaning close to his Captain and placing his arms on the bar for support.