[/doesn't even roll an opposed strength for that, because Rocket wasted all his strength hurling himself at Spike's body like a furry missile and he's probably slightly dazed.]

One. One. [There's a note of hysteria in his voice that... only comes out when the alcohol has hit him way too hard.] What? I'm not allowed to get good and soused on what might be my last night on this freakin' planet? Before I willingly walk back into that place and see if they wanna have a few more go-rounds with my insides. Screw that. I don't wanna go back. Don't make me go back.

[Yeah, that is one

drunk as fuck hysterical raccoon... who will be over this when he sobers up, but right now the alcohol has hit that corner of his brain that lets everyone know he's one fearless little bastard and he is having a moment.]