Rorie/Garret/Mal
Great. Rorie was into it, and they were both trashed. This would be an interesting night for sure. At least Mal knew they could hold their liquor, so he wasn't too concerned about them getting sick or passing out just yet. "It's a good thing that I paid for a hotel room around the block. You two wouldn't stay dressed for the hour it'd take to drive home." Shaking his head, amused at the way the two were acting, Mal started to lead them to the exit, grabbing his jacket and waving goodbye to the bride and groom as they left. Guiding the two outside into the cold air, Mal raised his temperature, keeping the three of them warm for the short walk to the hotel.