[They were friends. Peter considered them as such. Yet there was something weird with their friendship too. At first he'd labelled it friends with benefits. Then, after he realized there was something more than that, he refused to label it all together. Denial was the way to go! It had worked for him plenty of times.]

In this state? You wont be commandeering anything.

[Making sure Kirk had a good hold onto the bottle Peter raised to his feet. He could feel intoxication kicking in but he still felt good enough that he could get them both safely to his ship.]

Come on.

[Grabbing Kirk by his left bicep he hauled him up, arm securing around his waist. Yes Kirk could still walk but who knew for how long that was going to last?

Shushing any possible protests he took him through the crowd that was getting more drunk by the hour. They got out without any trouble - surprisingly so - though Quill had to threaten an ugly looking fellow with his gun once. He considered a rather good passage.]

I think you got heavier.

Time to lay off the sweets, Captain.

[And after that a few more complaints followed as he took them both back to his ship. Usually it would be about a fifteen minute walk but with a drunk Kirk attached to him it took twice that time to get back to his precious Milano.

A bit of a struggle to get them both up and inside but soon enough he had Kirk sitting comfortably on his bed.]

Christ, I forgot what a hassle it is to get you back.

[He wiped the sweat off his brow then extended one hand.]

Come on, hand over some of that booze.