She kissed him and his stomach hit the floor. Suddenly he was on the tower of terror in universal studios with his feet never hitting the ground. He gripped his stomach and the arm of the couch. "Now I feel like a hampster on a wheel." A very drunk one.
He collected himself shaking his head vigorously and attempting to stand up. Nope. Not yet. The ground was still blurry. "It's not like I killed anyone," he pouted giving her a glance over his shoulder. Once his head stopped spinning he scooted back. "Can we do that again?" He was a glutten for the spinning around in circles until he threw up and then went right back to spinning.