"Jesus Christ, fine. Jus' let me...get up first." It's an event. Getting up off the floor into something more vertical and then crawling up the rest of the way to his feet via nearest upright surface sure is a spectacle.

Y'know what else is a spectacle? Church flopping himself over the sink to dispose of the contents of his stomach. Oh yeah, tequila the other way definitely is not something he needed. He may not be entirely sure that winning this bet was worth it.

"I hate your and I hate your fuckin' tequila and I hate every nerve of my body."