He took in a sharp, raspy breath and coughed with his mouth shut. The cough raked harder on his throat and he opened his mouth to let it out. Sitting up, he groaned and touched a hand to his face. If last night hadn't been enough to throw him on his ass, he didn't think being drunk ever again would be possible. Amante rolled onto his back and sat up when he heard the crunching sound of plastic beneath him. Amante reached back and grabbed a plastic water bottle from his pants and shook it. There was hardly a gulp left but he opened it up and started to drink it up. His head didn't hurt but he felt relatively numb, which was good. At least, that's what he thought.