Re: The Party Pooper + Everyone
"Shot?" he scoffed and again tried to get up to put the weight on his arm to stand. A slight grunt of discomfort escaped him as he managed to sit up and lift his suit jacket over. "I'm bleeding."
The statement was not as big of a realization as it should have been. He glanced up to Zatanna, his face pallid. "Last time I drink champagne," he said, trying to joke as he pulled himself to his feet, teetering this way and that. "Which way to my car?"