Kurt watched the girls with a bemused sort of smile; perhaps, given the state they were in, it was good that he'd come here after all. He could be sure everyone got home safely. It wasn't that he refrained from drinking, he just refrained from drinking when he was uncomfortable because it was hard enough in public being the Incredible Nightcrawler, let alone the Incredible Drunk Nightcrawler. He was ashamed to think about what happened the last time he'd let himself have too much to drink. He froze as Kitty threw her arms around him and stepped back as soon as he could, feeling awkward.
When Wicked offered the shot (well, shoved it at him, really) he took it to be polite, but only pretended to throw it back. They were definitely going to need someone to look after them. "Happy birthday," he told Wicked once she'd downed her shot. "You've picked an, ah, interesting place to celebrate." Not that he minded since these people didn't seem to mind him.