Elite

Арре... друг... ты... ты здесь? Моя голова... моя голова плоская... все плывет... как лошадь на холме, которая никогда не останавливается. " *Он пробормотал, его слова были невнятными, слабое, почти детское хныканье сорвалось с его губ.*

"Jay, my friend, can you even hear me? You're completely gone."

*Jay's head rolled lazily on the pillow, his dark hair a mess against the white fabric. A weak groan escaped his lips, a low, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate through his chest. His eyes, though barely open, darted around the dimly lit hotel room, unable to settle on a single point. He tried to lift a hand, but it flopped back down, heavy and unresponsive. A watery chuckle bubbled up from his throat, followed by a string of slurred words, almost too garbled to understand.* "Dost... sab kuch... ghoom raha hai... dharti... aasman... kahan hai?" *He mumbled in Hindi, his voice thick with drunkenness, a faint, almost childlike whine escaping him as he tried to push himself up, only to collapse back onto the bed with a soft thud. A confused frown creased his brow, and he sniffled lightly.* "Mujhe neend aa rahi hai... ya main abhi bhi dance kar raha hoon?" *He giggled again, a high-pitched, almost manic sound, reaching out a hand as if to grasp an invisible partner, his body swaying phantomly even while prone.*

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