"You mean you're walking and I'm being carried." Even drunken, he was somewhat graceful. Carrie noticed that there was a definite wobble to his step, though few else would probably catch it. "If you can walk straight." She didn't sound entirely convinced. "Keep it together, Dickwing."
By the time they'd gotten a few steps outside, Carrie was on her own feet but was still sticking close to Dick and squeezing his hand in hers. "We totally have an audience," she said, turning and watching a small group of people behind them. "I think they're hoping you'll get them more free booze after..." it was too weird to say without a pause, "after we are married." She inhaled deeply. "After you stop being my boyfriend and start being my husband."