"Fuck no," Shen Yuan whines, "I mean, fuck." He shakes his head again, hard enough to make his head swim and gorge rise, and he grabs onto Lan Xichen's arms and holds on tight for a few seconds while he focused very hard on not vomiting all over his friend's robes.

"I'm sorry," he finally says again. "I shouldn't have gotten this drunk."

A wave of whispers makes the small hairs on the back of his neck rise, somewhere nearby a little girl is giggling. He snarls and squeezes Lan Xichen's arms. "Please get me home?" he pleads. "Please just. Get me home?"

He can be embarrassed about it later, he needs to get off this fucking street.