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He finished the song, but nobody in the audience clapped for him except for Margot. Everyone turned to stare at her, so with all her drunken might, she stood up, and kept applauding him. The man on the stage glanced at her, then made a face that implied he was going to be sick.

He covered his mouth and ran off the stage. A few people laughed and sneered. Margot stood there dumbfounded, still clapping. Before anyone had the chance to turn and comment on her, she was grabbing her purse and running towards the restroom.

She stood meekly outside the door, bracing herself against the wall. Margot could hear violent puking sounds on the other side, and it didn’t sound pretty.

She knocked lightly, “You okay in there?” Her only response was another vigorous vomiting splash into the toilet bowl followed by a low groan and a flush.

“You okay?” she tried again.

“I’m a little to biased to answer that one right now,” he replied from the bathroom.