My stomach heaves, and I double over, my body no longer able to tolerate the alcohol, and I vomit spectacularly on to the ground.
“Ugh – Dios mio, Ana!” José jumps back in disgust. Grey grabs my hair and pulls it out of the firing line and gently leads me over to a raised flowerbed on the edge of the parking lot.
Fifty Shades of Grey
Wait. But. Is she still doubled over? I have this mental image of him dragging her to some flowerbeds by her hair omg