Kyle was having a grand old time, and was comfortably buzzed by the time he wandered his way back to to Vic. Who had a girl on his lap. A drunk girl. A drunk, unconscious girl and a puddle of vomit not far away.
"Tons of fun," Victor agreed amiably. He shook the girl's shoulder experimentally, then sighed. There'd been no response. She was completely out, wasn't she?
"We can try. Y'know, carefully." He didn't want to accidentally hurt the poor girl, after all. "Don't think she's drunk before. You know her house?" Because he should probably return her at some point.