"Fuck off, I'm not some fucking rapist! I'm just taking my new friend back to his place, he isn't in any state to be out." the other man grumbled, clearly upset that he might lose the piece of ass he had been working over all evening. "Who the hell are you, anyway? Maybe you're a fucking rapist."
Bryan seemed completely obvious to what the two men were arguing over, his only concern seemed to be how hard he was being yanked about by both men. "I'm nnnnot drunk!" he cried, slapping the hands of the two men holding him. "I can drive jusssst fine!" he announced and once he was free of the two men he took a step. Of course, as drunk as he was, his feet gave way and he would have fallen on his face had it not been for the two men arguing over him reaching out to grab him again.
"See!" the man with the hair almost as bad as Frederick's interjected. "He needs to be taken home and that's what I was going to do!"