*spits out a bit of Gigglewater* I… m-maybe we should get you home, buddy. He-he-he!
“Would you be able to focus enough to apparate without forgetting a limb?” he asked as the other giggled.
Percival slung an arm around Carlos’ shoulders, something no one ever saw of the director unless he was strictly off hours. Leading the other down the road. “We nee to act… as sober as possible, to prevent… being arrested.” He said in a loud whisper, as though the other wouldn’t know about the alcohol ban.
“I’m sober – dunno about you,” Carlos giggled. Then a
random-ass thought came to him that he thought he’d share: “I could jinx your
face and make it all swollen… pretend we got in a fight an’ – an’ that’s why
you’re all woozy.”
Carlos wrapped an arm around Percival’s back and supported
him against his own body – Carlos was maybe a little tipsy, but he wasn’t going
to let Percival fall flat on his face and cause the swelling he mentioned the
old-fashioned way.