Alex had drunk quite a bit tonight and when he got drunk he had a habit of passing out in the strangest of places. His place of choice was the nearest street. Not on the curb mind you, but in the middle of the street. He was lucky he had not died yet.
Lucky someone had drug his drunk body to the side of the street once Cody found him. He had sat up by then, but he looked a real mess. He ruffled his hair a bit and then took his mates hand, murmuring to himself and groaning as he did so, as he had a wicked hangover starting to build up.
"I..spent about thirty on drinks give or take. I have about...err..7.26 left." He said in his slurred speech as he tried to get everything in focus. "Wow, I see double! I am special, my friend. You know me." he said in a boasting way, as if he was proud of himself.