Wil rolled his eyes. Not just rolled his eyes, but groaned at the same time, as if the eyeroll were SO STRENUOUS due to the weight of Drake's stupidity that he had to strain out loud. "ERRRRRGHGODS!" This was not going to be enough wine.
"Awright." He sighed, pulling himself to sit up again. "Y'do know yer bloody tent-raiser and yer prolly nicer t'women then they're used t'being treated so why y'so surprised?" Wil asked, a little glumly perhaps, his wine bottle at his side. Just didn't feel right all the time to drink when the other person wasn't. The natural progression was to match their drunkeness. Drake was so...so...sober. "Y'sad cuz y'like her back an can't act on it or cuz y'upset y'hurt her feelings?"