Nate tilted his head ever so slightly. "Why wouldin I be?" He was still slurring his words slightly. He grabbed the seat and scooted himself over to the passenger's side. He flipped the seat down after a moment. He was just a liiiittle clumsy.

"I dunno, maybe cause you fainted when I tried to get you in the car. No big reason." Tempe said sarcastically, watching him maneuver himself around before she got out to help him to his feet. She gave him the most skeptical look possible.

Nate stared at her for a moment, a quizzical look on his face. "I don't remember." He slid the chair forward and opened the door. He climbed over it gently, as Tempe came around. Apparently she served as enough distraction to make him forget what he was doing and bash his head on the frame. He caught himself with a hand on the outside of the cab. He had one on his forehead. He sat there for a second with his eyes shut. Then he let go of his head and continued on out of the car. He was leaning on Lady as he shut the door. "..what room were we in?"

Tempe frowned at his first response, her lips pursing slightly. She winced as he bashed his head on the frame, walking closer and offering her hands. "Ow, much?" She teased softly, pulling her hands back when he seemed able to handle it. "It doesn't matter right now." She shrugged, taking her place at his side and wrapping an arm around his waist to guide him to their room.

"Whatever you say madam." He said with a sweet tone but teasing way. He didn't lean on her very much, just to keep his balance. Luckily they were on the first story and close. He looked at the door for a moment and pulled away from her, using the wall as he fished out a key from his pocket. He smiled innocently and jingled it. It took him a second but he unlocked the door and walked in.

Tempe offered him a slight smile at his words, letting him use her however he needed to be able to walk. She hesitantly let him pull away, watching him with barely-masked concern as he got the key out of his pocket. She still wasn't sure quite how fucked up he was, but he seemed... closer to alright now. She followed him in, shutting the door behind her. "Is there anything I can help you with?" She asked lightly, watching him.

Nate looked back at her, tossing the keys on the table. He shook his head slowly. "..nnnope." He walked over to the beds and rolled onto it. Laying on his stomach with his hands under his chest and his face in the pillow. "Thank you for letting me go to a bar." He said muffledly.

Tempe sat hesitantly on the edge of her bed, facing him. "Yeah, sure. Sorry it wasn't for very long, I'll make sure to look as unappealing as I usually do next time." She joked, unlacing her boots quietly.

"Iiits fine." He murmured in reply to her apology. "Not like that would make a difference." He said quietly into the pillow. He was apparently very ..honest when under the influence. He adjusted slightly, turning his head away from her. And pretty quickly he fell very still, wiped out.

Tempe raised her eyebrows slightly at his answer, blinking in surprise. "And what do you mean by that, druggie?" She asked jokingly, though her voice was soft. She chuckled as he went limp into the bed and took her boots off, laying back herself. She stared at the ceiling for a few moments, the faintest of smiles painting her lips. She shook her head dismissively and closed her eyes, chuckling softly to herself.