The Master wasn't sure food would be a good idea. He wanted to avoid it knowing he would be sick later, But he knew he hadn't eaten yet and probably should. 
"Yeah I guess, That was strong stuff." he gasped. He let the Tenth Doctor help him up. He was very drunk. He was looking at the Doctor and closed his eyes for a moment. He was feeling rather dizzy. He knew that he would be feeling terrible later, He could barely even focus now and was rather wobbly even with the Doctor's help.
"Food... Yeah I suppose, Not that will make a difference later," The Master was not speaking that clearly. He seemed rather slurred. He though at least wasn't in a foul mood any more. It seemed the party had calmed him down a bit. He lets the Doctor sit him down. He noticed the party food come. He though nodded when the Doctor said to get him soup and back to the TARDIS, He looked at him with a serious look in his eyes. "And no making fun of me later." He was sure the Doctor also would end up rather hungover later too. He noticed Jack wanted to stay behind to party.

"Yeah aright." Jack didn't want to be left behind, so he was going to make sure that he was back before that time. He looked at the Doctor as he headed into the TARDIS. He had been drinking a bit as well, but knew he wasn't drunk quite yet, He had been busy flirting with people at the party.

The Master sighed laying back on his bed once the Doctor took him back to the TARDIS. He was so dizzy that laying down did feel better right now. He was closing his eyes and waiting for the Doctor. He sits up when the Doctor brings him soup. He sits up and eats his soup. He had actually had a good time during the party, yet he didn't want to admit it. "MMm yeah I suppose." He wondered how the Doctor was still focused though he was willing to bet the Doctor would still feel awful later. He drinks his ginger ale as well and closed his eyes again.

As soon as he was done with his soup, he fell asleep curled up in his blankets. He moaned and twitched in his sleep as he was having bad dreams, He seemed to be sweating and he had tears in his eyes. He though just carried on sleeping where he was. Jack returned before sun up to make sure the Doctor wouldn't leave without him. He was quiet so not to bother them if they were sleeping. He seemed a bit tired, but he had a good time. The Master awoke the next morning and cursed holding his aching head. He blushed when he remembered he had kissed the Doctor.

He was soon having to rush to the bathroom as he felt sick to his stomach and he threw up in the toilet. He was groaning as he continued to retch. He was almost cursing drinking as much as he had, He looked a bit pale and his head was pounding. He wasn't sure what the Doctor was doing or if he was even awake . He didn't want to be a bother to him. Which was strange for once as normally he didn't care if he was waking or bothering the Doctor, He wasn't sure if the Doctor had anything for hangovers. He didn't even think that was possible. He threw up more and groaned leaning against the wall after.

He didn't seem to call out for help. He just sat where he was holding his stomach. He had heard Jack return earlier and hoped Jack would leave him alone, he didn't want to be made fun of. He sat on the floor of the bathroom holding his head. His headache seemed to make the drums worse and he gritted his teeth in pain, willing his misery to go away. He went and splashed water to his face and sighed. 
"Dammit," He muttered. He panted a bit and closed his eyes as his head wouldn't stop pounding. He just held his stomach. He knew maybe more ginger ale would help, but his head hurt so badly he didn't want to move.

He thought back to kissing the Doctor and blushed even deeper. Had he liked it? He was sure he had. He also was reminded of how he had felt about the Doctor when they were younger, He had pushed that aside and almost forgotten in his mission to make the Doctor suffer, Had some of that been because he was hurt that the Doctor left and had never returned those feelings when he was younger. He grunted a bit and mumbled to himself. He looked kind of like he was crazy at that moment. The drums did make him feel crazy a lot of the time. He was sure the hangover would wear off soon enough. He knew he would be stuck in bed for a bit. He didn't seem to want to move until the Doctor came and found them.