Chris wasn't drunk, but he was wasted. Emotions were running high, and flying out of control. He was way out in left field, further from sanity and rationality than he'd ever been.
He had no idea who this guy was, but the booze wafted off him like he'd splashed himself with straight alcohol cologne. Chris made a split second decision, figuring it would go one of two ways. Either he'd get sucker punched, and maybe beat down like he felt he deserved, or he'd get dragged into a room and fucked so hard he'd forget about everything else.
Either would be a win, at this point, so he grabbed hold of the guy's shirt and rammed his body forward, against the complete stranger's body, hips rutting against hips as his tongue forged a path into Sean's mouth.