Backdated to the morning after the party because I am awful and slow and eh

[Dean]
Before you start crying and yelling for the police to look for your lost, idiot Irishman, he's currently throwing up in my bathroom.

Don't worry, I'll send him home mostly in one piece. You know, once he can stand on his own and stop vomiting for more than ten minutes.

PS: Next time there an open bar, he is fucking banned. Do you understand? Even if we have to chain him to a radiator in an abandoned warehouse.