Maybe it would surprise Irahl to learn that Vincent's never considered himself a partier either. It's not a very accurate assumption on Vincent's part, since he actually enjoys most aspects of partying quite a bit. But he's never gone out of his way to do it, and hearing about all of Robin's escapades have only further turned him away from the idea in recent years.

So he keeps surprising himself with how much fun he's having. They drift from spot to spot, he keeps asking Irahl stupid questions about what things look like, Irahl keeps giving him stupid answers. They get nowhere. They wander. They chat about equally stupid things. There are stretches where they don't say anything, really, reduced to a couple of barely-verbal grunts and a tap on the arm if someone's about to wander into traffic or Vincent decides they should take a sudden left.

Somewhere in that comfortable haze, Vincent meets two other drunks and somehow acquires more drinks. There's a big, fenced off garden where they're being served. The two giants stand around, probably making fun of people who throw garden parties while sipping down whatever they were handed. They leave with a beer each, which... Honestly, Vincent might have stolen them, for all either of them can remember.

Somehow, very late, they find their way back to the hotel. After pretending to be as sober as possible to get through the lobby of the building, Vincent stops at a crossroads.

"I think they have a bar...?" The hotel bar, of course. He's facing in the vague direction he remembers it being, "Y'want dinner or anythin'?"