"Mm. And I'm sure all what whooshing about would eventually have you puking your guts out no matter where you end up," George said, frowning. He wasn't particularly fond of puking when it wasn't getting him out of some sort of mess.
"Maybe we should stay here," He suggested thoughtfully, glancing up at the ceiling. He'd meant to say "you," not "we," but his drunken mind apparently had other plans.