Nate huffed quietly, his breath hitching. "My stomach hurts," he said softly, a slight whine in his slightly slurred words. He found himself having a hard time thinking.

"I'm sorry." Tempe said lightly, tilting her head at him. She frowned, laying her hand on his stomach quietly. She furrowed her eyebrows slightly, a little confused. Why would his stomach hurt?

Nate put his hand over hers. "I knew somethin' about that big guy was off." He grumbled, his best guess at the moment. Which was probably the right one. He shut his eyes again, tensing up a little.

Tempe blinked in surprise as he settled his hand on hers, watching him in something that resembled bewilderment. She enjoyed it, but it was very un-Nate-like. She decided she wouldn't mention it. "What told you that? A gut feeling? Or the lack of teeth?" She teased quietly.

He had turned slightly so his head was facing away. "No it was more of how disgusting he was and because he handed it to you, didn't have the bartender do it." He was just as talkative, just resilient to sarcasm and enunciating his words because he didn't care.

"That's a good enough reason for me." Tempe nodded, relaxing back into the seat and leaning her head back, her eyes closed. "It was probably laced with something. Might be why your stomach hurts." She suggested, using her free hand to absentmindedly play with his hair.

He was half asleep, he probably wouldn't remember a lot of this when he woke up. "Its called spiking." He corrected drowsily. As she started playing with his hair, he started actually falling asleep, soon enough he was out for the count. Possibly til they made it back til the motel.

"Duly noted, know-it-all." Tempe chuckled, lifting her head so she could smile down at him. She tilted her head as he faded off to sleep, simply sitting there fore a small while. It was partially to make sure He stayed asleep, but she rather liked the contact. She gently withdrew her hands from him, lifting his head and gently setting it down on the seat. She got out as quietly as possible and made it to the front seat, giving a gentle sigh before she started the drive back.

Nate stayed soundly out til they'd made it back. And regardless of his intoxication, he still knew when they made it back. He was feeling a bit better- his stomach stopped hurting-, but he was still trembling slightly. He blinked awake. He couldn't quite remember much about what had just happened so he sat up and looked around. "Oh hi Tempe," he said in a mildly cheerful way. He looked down, wondering why he was in the backseat.

When Nate blinked himself awake, Tempe was turned around in the driver's seat, giving him a concerned look. "...hi." She returned, tilting her head at him. "Are you good to walk inside or do you wanna stay in here for a little while?" She asked quietly, her brows slightly furrowed.