Despite his promise to Chloe that he wouldn't get lost, Arran had briefly wobbled off to find the pub's bathroom, and now had a rather damp sleeve to show for his efforts. He was attempting to communicate this - mostly the bit about finding his way to the bathroom and back - proudly to Chloe over the journals, when suddenly Chloe was there. "My Max!" he said, grinning as she moved towards him. "Only much more beautiful," he added, then frowned. "No offence to Max. Or Terence." Terence, presumably, found Max very attractive. Arran couldn't see it himself, but then he also couldn't really see Adrian as attractive either.
He didn't think to ask why Chloe had brought a pumpkin of Halloween sweets, and before he could, she was tilting it towards him. "A Halloween Rock!" He couldn't tell whether Rock was looking up at him, so he reached out to very carefully and discreetly - in his own mind, though not in actual reality - ruffle Rock's fluff. "Is he pretending to be a pumpkin? Or pretending to be sweets?" It would depend largely on whether or not Rock understood that the basket was a basket, and not an actual pumpkin. "Pink is more sweets," he decided, "but a pumpkin is more round." Arran vaguely knew he was talking bollocks, but it was surprisingly fun. He hadn't been drunk since his injury, not really, and he intended to enjoy it.
"Can we wobble home?" he asked. "You did promise to wash me. I did it myself, anyway, but you'll be more fun." He held up his damp sleeve for Chloe's inspection. "Did you have a good night?" Arran had missed Chloe, though he did understand why she didn't come, and he'd had a very good time with Terence - and a fairly good time with everyone else.