Eleven's chest hollowed out, the drink he'd just sampled turning faintly sour on his tongue. His heartbeat throbbed a discordant beat, echoing between his ears and drowning out the music.

He swallowed and leaned a bit against the table.

"Yes.." Hendrik sounded so absolutely certain that it left him cold- and a bit sick. "..Excuse me."

He pushed off and turned away, setting a quick pace for the nearest outlined door and the real outside air.