Whew! What the fuck had Simon been doing, swimming inside a bottle of pure grain alcohol? "You're welcome," Pierce huffed as they made their way to the living room, and he deposited Simon onto the sofa - great, it was suede, so the smell would sink in and he'd have to get the upholstery cleaned before he had guests over.
At least it was comfortable, the kind of couch one could sink into easily. "Is this okay? Or you can take the guest room if you want," he said. The kid also needed a shower but knowing their luck he'd pass out and crack his head open, bleed everywhere, and Pierce would have to dispose of the dead body somehow. "...and let me get you some water."
He'd have to stay with him 'till morning anyway, to make sure he didn't choke on his own vomit, so he prepared himself for yet another late night. He'd worry about the main things later, namely that 1. Simon lost his keys and 2. He was so fucked up about Olivia that he nearly drank himself to death.