FUCK. This is not good. I'm allergic to whiskey. I think maybe I should explain this to her, and request a different alcohol. Then I remember that I am awesome. Even fighting through anaphylactic shock, I can STILL bury this emotionally unstable, bulimic undergrad.
The narrator finds himself in a distressing situation, realizing he is allergic to whiskey, which prompts him to consider explaining his allergy and asking for a different drink. However, despite this potentially serious issue, he maintains a sense of self-confidence and superiority in the moment.