After a few hours, the door opened and N. Ireland hauled a drunk Scotland through the door, "Easy, Iain, easy." "Shuddup, ye' daft li'l tossle." "A'kay, Iain, cawl me wha'cha wan'.."
Saxony came out from the bedroom, looking from Scotland to Northern Ireland in shock. "He's drunk..?" She moved over, helping Danny set him on the couch. "Vhat happened?"
Saxony locked the door behind him and moved back to Scotland, grabbing his foot and swinging it over so it was propped up on the couch, doing the same with his other leg, gently pushing him down to lay on his back on the couch. "Oh Iain.." She frowned softly, moving to untie his boots and pull them off his feet and setting them on the floor.
"A few minutes ago." She answered as she came back with a blanket and put it over Scotland, sitting him up slightly and pulling his coat off. Not an easy task when he hung limp like a wet noodle, letting her do all the work.
Saxony went to get a couple towels, Advil, and a trash can coming back and setting the Advil on the table beside the couch, the trash can on the floor near Scotland's head and placing a couple towels under his head, taking a seat across from him on the love seat and sighing softly.