Good instinct on Irahl's part, since this is the kind of thing that could normally ruin Vincent's entire day. It's always felt easier to bounce back with Irahl around, though. Especially with him continuing to be congenial about this whole thing.

"Yeah, well, that guy didn't eat a shit-ton of sugar an' a bunch of alcohol..." Focusing on all the fun they'd just been having also helps. Vincent leads them down the sidewalk, back in the direction of the hotel. "Remember breakfast? That weird shit? That already feels like six years ago..."

Vincent slows, stops... And after a couple of seconds of standing in a stupor, he suddenly realizes what's wrong.

"Oop, nevermind. This way..." He turns and grabs Irahl's arm so that he doesn't lose him, now walking them back in the opposite direction. The real way to get to the hotel.