Who: Edwin and Oliver When: End of the night Where: Oliver's room
Oliver was laughing as he kept one arm on Edwin's waist to keep him steady, while the other turned the knob to his room. The trip from the basement had been interesting enough, with a small elevator makeout session that resulted in more appropriately inappropriate attempts at fondling, which Oliver only halfhearedly fended off. The stairs had been slow going, and Oliver had nearly given into Edwin's joke about being carried up them princess style. He likely could have managed alright if Edwin wasn't a squirming pile of limbs, all intent on zeroing in on his behind, so he settled for offering the other man his arm instead.
As he opened the door he was glad that he'd had enough foresight to leave one of the lamps by his bed glowing, and the light over the sink in the bathroom on, so the room was cast in a warm, dim glow. He thought about leading Edwin over to the sofa by his desk first, but thought better of it and headed for the bed instead. It wasn't lost on him that, if things continued as they were, this was going to be their first night sharing a bed together. He didn't think anything was actually going to happen, Edwin's condition being what it was, but damn if he didn't like the idea of curling around the man.
"Alright, drunkduck. Sit on down on the edge and I'll help you get your shoes off."