[Misfire does as he's told - mostly because he's too busy dying to do otherwise - and takes a seat with the water. He mumbles something into the rim of the bottle before taking a drink.]

Swear you're enjoying this...

[The first sip is refreshing, if not rejuvinating. It really drives home that he hasn't had water in a while. In fact, when did he last have water? It must've been the last time he got this hungover, which was what? When he went to that karaoke bar? What did he even sing then...God, he had such a sore throat...Still, it was fun. Maybe he should go again...

Ah, he's getting distracted. What was she telling him - walk his own damn ass past the finish line?]

Do I really have to finish? Isn't it the taking part that counts, an A-for-effort kind of deal?