Jack slipped by the bar, carefully gathering the three bottles and glass he'd left behind there on the way and headed for the big booth Kai had been occupying before. He didn't trust himself to be able to climb back onto the bar's surface, and at this point even the stools were looking a little dangerous. His arms full, he set the plate and knife down first, then the cheese on top of it, still neatly wrapped in its packaging. The bottles went next, though he glanced over his shoulder at the opposite wall, squinting to try and read the labels on the bottles they'd left behind. As if what was on the table wasn't more than enough to get them shitfaced. After a second, he decided against it, mostly for the fact that he just didn't want to move anymore.
Plopping down into the booth on the opposite side of the one Kai had claimed earlier. "Cards need to be high on the list of shit to find when people go looking around for stuff next time." He hadn't actually checked to see if there were any in the house, but now he'd try to remember to make a point to find out. If he could remember anything from today. "Most of this shit's more fun with more people. I Never sounds good, but I kinda feel like we should make a rule where we can drink on our own questions if we want. Meaning we can fucking lie, I guess." He shook his head, waving a hand in the air. "Not about the drinking part, but the whole...mandatory saying 'I never' shit. Like...'I Never drank tequila off a...." he paused, rewording the details of that after glancing for a moment at Kai, then continued."...in a Tijuana cantina'. I can say I haven't, but I'd still have to drink the shit out of that one. It's only fun if somebody's drinking."