I stood in the bathroom at the Sigma Alpha frat house, holding back Chloe's hair as she emptied the contents of her stomach. So much for our night of carefree fun.
"I'm so sorry," she moaned between heaves. "Those tequila shots were a mistake."
"You think?" I couldn't help but smile despite the circumstances. Leave it to Chloe to go from dancing on tables to hugging a toilet within an hour.
She looked up at me with miserable eyes. "You don't have to stay in here. Go have fun. I'll be fine."
I shook my head. "Friends don't leave friends puking alone."
But after twenty minutes of being crammed in a tiny bathroom that reeked of vomit and cheap cologne, I was desperate for fresh air. When Chloe's heaving finally subsided to occasional groans, I helped her lean against the wall.
"I'm going to get you some water. Don't move, okay?"
She nodded weakly, eyes half-closed. "You're the best, Sera."