[The air is getting thicker, and the room swims around him. He can't breathe, he can't get a foothold. The whiskey burns like a hot poker in his stomach. He swallows hard and tries to gulp for air.
Leo's nothing but a green blob now. He has to squint to make sure it's him, make sure he's listening. Are you listening now, Leo?]
[Action]
Leo's nothing but a green blob now. He has to squint to make sure it's him, make sure he's listening. Are you listening now, Leo?]
'M not goin' anywhere. This's my room.
[The room spins again and he sways dangerously.]