Rabastan nodded. He wanted to go back to the Castle and while he was hardly happy to have Regulus and his spoilt childish temper tantrum spoil what should have been his evening, leaving Regulus like this was hardly an option. He pushed past Lucius, running after his friend.
"Come on, lets get back and we'll sober you up before the party. The last thing we want is you falling flat on your face and it getting back to your brother, do we?" He said, taking hold of Regulus's arm but ready for it to be pulled away at any moment. He disliked drinking because of situations exactly like this - everyone's emotions got the better of them and they ended up behaving like spoilt children, himself included.