I think we're tipsy. Warmth, vaguely lowered inhibitions but not to any extreme, etc. [he vaguely ticks off the list with his fingers, decides against going into the chemistry of it because he isn't sure he wants to know what they actually just drank. it tasted way too organic to be anything he's used to, and that's a little alarming to think about.

he nods along, that is the responsible, smart thing to do. a bit of a shame but- ah, then pal offers that and he perks up a bit.]

It's always dark. And I haven't seen this area before. [and it'd clear their heads along with prolonging the night. he reaches for his crutch, using it to pull himself up with only a minimal wobble before offering his hand to pal.] Shall we?