"There you go," Irahl encourages when that sneaky shoe get caught before it can reach the bed.

Everything is funny right now, and that occupies the majority of his limited, fuzzy attention. A tiny part of his mind however skips ahead several seconds in time to note the reality of Vincent finishing his climb onto the bed.

That little part of his mind suddenly becomes aware of the fact that he hadn't put on so much as a tank top after he'd patched up his chest. While Vincent is figuring himself out, Irahl glances over to where he'd stashed his clothes and starts thinking through the drunken effort of maybe hopping up and putting on a shirt...