Whenever I drink, I expect you to do the same.

As for you, Hunch, you'll kindly stay sober!" Jokai gulped the nauseating torture to the end.

He was faint and sick.
By the end of the third game, every move had become convulsive.

The insidious bite of the current was getting horribly on his nerves.
Still with desperate will he played on.

Drunk and dizzy--his veins hot and pounding, he stared in fascinated horror at the face of his merciless opponent.