Believe me, man. I am contentedly intoxicated enough in both directions, and nobody at a party full of ridiculously hot, literal super-people is gonna lay the local fatass.

[ He says it pretty lightly. He wants it to be more humorous than to make it a thing. It's just an incidental truth, which he doesn't even know is an absolute truth. He doesn't care about who would and wouldn't sleep with him right now, though; he just to make sure his roommate doesn't die sobbing in a ditch somewhere.

So he bends a little further to get his free arm under Brendan's knees, and he simples stands up, ready to just straight-up princess carry Brendan from the house. ]

We're going outside. Please don't vomit on me.

[ Which is ironic, coming from Hunk, but whatever. ]