He went back in there, still holding on pretty well - at least he wasn't falling over - and sat by the bar, in his costume, waiting for someone looking remotely fun to show up. He wasn't going to troll for booty, his libido had been shut down indefinitely by Lynne and her annoying little personality, but he'd like someone to take his mind off her, like when having an expensive wine to wash off the taste of a bad one.