Mirza closed his eyes. He was not going to be girly and cry even though he kind of wanted to. He hadn't at all about the stupid situation. He had guzzled alcohol was all. A laugh sort of escaped him and though she tried to meet his eyes, he did not look up, "Depends on who gets past the bouncers, love. They're not allowed to serve alcohol at the club, not supposed to let drunks in..." Silently the answer was Too Often but not overly so.