A horrid thing, witnessed.
It was many years ago, when I had just reached legal drinking age and was first visiting bars frequented by classmates and other lowlifes.

The bar in question was a popular watering hole, renowned for allowing people to get falling down drunk as it was next to the university and no one was likely to be driving anywhere. (At the time the legal limit was 0.20, so a driver had to be in pathetic shape indeed to get done for drink driving.) I liked to get a bit plastered there myself, but generally kept it within reason and was usually entertained by the drunken idiocy of others.

As usually happened, I watched a very drunken guy chatting up a pretty girl some distance from me. They were far enough away that I couldn't hear anything said, but their body language and his facial expressions indicated high levels of boasting and doing his best to get her to a room, and he looked to be having some success with this.

His expression gradually changed to one of distress, and the girl looked concerned. I saw her say something along the lines of "What's wrong?"

She found out when he puked directly into her upturned face.
( Wanderer, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 3:10, Reply)