"Yes, but a hotel wouldn't try to take advantage of me and then pass out," Nathan pointed out sensibly, digging out his wallet and throwing a few bills on the table, hopefully enough to cover Jasper's tab as well. If not, well, then, maybe they wouldn't let drunk musicians get away without paying drink by drink.
"I know you could take a cab. But I'm going to drive you." Nathan was tugging Jasper up, then, grabbing him with an arm around the waist before he fell over. "Besides," he said with a grim little smile. "I highly doubt you'd make it past the door."
It wasn't his first time taking care of a drunk. He lived in a small farming town; it was inevitable that most of his friends would get plastered on weekends and grope whatever didn't move fast enough. Nathan usually volunteered to be the designated whatever, mostly because he didn't trust anyone else to not sneak drinks. He navigated them towards the door, firmly holding Jasper up, and guided them out to his truck.
"If you throw up in here, you're riding in the back."