I'm not getting shitfaced before you do, and that's a promise.

[ Though admittedly... he's probably going to need her help later on tonight, depending on how stupid she's willing to be with him. He hopes she's willing to be pretty damn stupid.

Steady footing takes him down familiar streets, towards a moderately nice lounge that doesn't play obnoxious music at obnoxious volumes. It's actually a pretty tame choice for him, all things considered. ]

Hey, but maybe you can braid my hair for me. Do you do that by yourself every morning? Shit.